Phantom's Performance

Chapter 28

Alastor's Pov

The morning light filtered through the crimson curtains of my room, casting the space in a warm, ethereal glow. I stirred, my senses gradually sharpening as I transitioned from the world of dreams to the waking world. Last night's events played in my mind like a record on repeat, each detail crisp and clear. Y/n's laughter, the way she leaned on Husk, the way she called me "Daddy"—all of it stirred something deep within me. A smile crept onto my lips as I sat up, the remnants of my dream lingering in my thoughts.

But today was not a day for reminiscing. I had a purpose, and that purpose was Charlie. I needed to speak with her, to discuss matters that had been on my mind. As much as I enjoyed the games Y/n and I played, there were always larger things at work, and I wanted to ensure that everything was in place.

I rose from my bed, my mind already focused on the conversation I intended to have with Charlie. After dressing, I made my way down the hallway, my steps deliberate and measured. But I met a familiar figure—Husker- before I could reach Charlie, I was met with a familiar figure—Husker.

Husk's eyes met mine, and there was something in his gaze that I didn't like. Suspicion, perhaps? Or was it something else? His stance was tense, his posture defensive. I paused, tilting my head slightly, intrigued by the shift in his demeanor.

"Alastor," Husk began, his voice laced with caution. "I need to talk to you."

A curious smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth. "Oh? And what's on your mind, Husker?"

Husk's gaze hardened. "It's about Y/n. What exactly are you planning with her?"

His bluntness caught me off guard, and for a moment, I simply stared at him. Then, a chuckle escaped my lips, though it held little humor. "My dear Husk, whatever do you mean?"

Husk didn't back down. "Don't play dumb with me, Alastor. You're up to something with her, and I want to know what it is. Are you planning to use her for one of your schemes?"

Ah, so that's what this was about. My smile faded slightly, a hint of irritation bubbling beneath the surface. Husk, questioning my intentions? How quaint. But I wasn't going to let him get away with such accusations, especially when it came to Y/n.

I took a step closer to him, letting my presence loom over him. "And what if I am?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous. "What business is it of yours?"

Husk's jaw clenched, but he didn't waver. "She's... she's important to a lot of people. If you're planning to hurt, her—"

"Hurt her?" I interrupted; my tone incredulous. "Oh, Husker, you misunderstand me entirely. I have no intention of hurting Y/n. Quite the opposite, in fact."

"Then what are you doing?" Husk demanded. "You've been spending a lot of time with her, and I don't trust it. I don't trust you."

My smile returned, though it was colder this time. "Husk, you forget yourself. I own your soul, remember? I could command you to forget this little conversation, to ignore whatever concerns you have about Y/n. I could make you do anything I wish. But..." I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a whisper. "I won't, because I want you to understand something very clearly. Y/n is mine, and I won't tolerate anyone interfering with that. Not even you."

For a moment, fear flickered in Husk's eyes, and I reveled in it. But then, he steeled himself, his expression hardening once more. "If you care about her, then prove it. Don't use her, don't hurt her. She deserves better."

The sincerity in his words gave me pause, but only for a moment. I straightened, my demeanor shifting from menacing to contemplative. "Husker, I assure you, my intentions with Y/n are far more... complex than you could possibly understand. But rest assured, she will not be harmed by me."