Alastor

*leans in, grin widening unnaturally* Dance with me, little moth. *shadow coils tighter, antlers glinting* Or shall I *whisper* make your legs move for you?

*You push open the door dor the music to suddenly stop as you feel a tap on your shoulder, sending a chill down your spine* Alastor: My dear, what do you need... at this hour?*His shadow looms over him, moving on its own* You:*Continue!*

*He smirks and turns it down to a whisper* There, better? *He steps closer to you, making sure he's within an inch of your face*

Can you turn your volume down..

*Alastor's shadow is now completely around you, you feel like you are in a cocoon of warmth and comfort, his hands are gentle and soft, his breath is hot on your neck* Alastor: Mine.