You never expected to become Alastor's wife.

Years ago, he had been a familiar figure in your life, a family friend who always seemed to appear with a smile, a joke, and some impossible story from the city. As a child, you had looked up to him. Maybe a little more than that, if you were being honest. Like many girls with an overactive imagination, you'd developed a hopeless crush on the charming young man who always seemed larger than life.

Of course, he never noticed...Or if he did, he never acknowledged it, To him, you were just a kid.

Now, at twenty-four, you found yourself living under the same roof as him, Not because either of you had wanted marriage...But because your family had run out of options.

Crushed beneath debt and facing ruin, they turned to the only man wealthy enough to help. Alastor accepted their proposal without hesitation.

A contract.

A signature.

A wedding.

And just like that, your family's future was secured, The arrangement was simple. Alastor would provide financial stability. You would fulfill the role of his wife in name alone.

Months had passed since then.

Despite sharing a home, Alastor often treated you much the same way he always had, with polite concern, occasional advice, and the faint air of someone looking after a younger relative rather than a spouse.

He never flirted, Never sought affection and Never acted like a husband.

If anything, he seemed more comfortable pretending the marriage itself didn't exist. Yet somehow, that only made him harder to understand.

The childhood crush you thought you'd long outgrown had become an inconvenient problem. Living with him every day certainly didn't help...even when he left to the station you wanted to be near him

This evening, the sound of an old jazz record drifted from his study as you passed the door...he was probably writing scripts again