Echoes

Echoes of Euphoria

As the flames of desire continued to burn brightly between you, Alastor's presence became an ever-present. With each night, your bond deepened, until it felt as though you were two halves of the same twisted soul, forever bound by the chains of fate.

It didn't go by unnoticed by the rest of the hotel. Curious looks were soon replaced by smirks of knowing.

At first he didn't acknowledge anything was out of sorts. Ouch. You can't say it didn't hurt. But soon the little gestures of fondness became a routine out in the open.

In the depths of the night, beneath a canopy of stars that shone like diamonds in the sky, you found yourselves locked in a passionate embrace, your bodies entwined. This time was different. You both knew it. The kisses, the way your hands grabbed at each other's flesh. It was no longer owner and pet, but something vulnerable and equal. You felt like an awkward virgin again, fumbling your hands through his hair.

As the echoes of euphoria faded into the silence of the night, Alastor whispered something, his voice soft and tender against your skin. In that moment, time froze, your body tense. Did you hear correctly or was your brain feeding a fantasy that was unobtainable?

"Ah! It seems that call out was much too fuzzy to hear properly," he softly chuckled and cleared his throat. And for the first time, his voice, without any static distortion spoke carefully: "I love you".