(Y/n's) Pov
My alarm blared at 3:00 AM, jolting me awake. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, memories of Alastor's passionate embrace still fresh. As the new manager of the radio station, I had an early shift ahead. The weight of responsibility settled onto my shoulders, but Alastor's love buoyed my spirits.
After a quick shower, I dressed in the dim light, my fingers tracing the gentle bite marks on my neck. A soft smile spread across my face, recalling the tender moments we shared.
In the kitchen, I brewed a strong coffee, the aroma filling the silence of the pre-dawn hours. As I sipped the scalding brew, my thoughts drifted to Alastor, trapped in the Hotel's depths, battling his inner demons.
With a renewed sense of purpose, I headed out the door, ready to tackle the challenges of my new role. The crisp morning air invigorated me as I drove to the radio station. The familiar hum of the studio welcomed me, and I dove into my work, fueled by the memories of Alastor's love.
The morning flew by in a blur of meetings, schedules, and broadcasts. I tackled each task with confidence, my mind sharp and focused. As the sun rose, casting a golden glow over the city, I felt a sense of pride and accomplishment.
During a brief lull, I wondered how Alastor fared, hoping he found solace in our love. Though we were apart, our bond remained strong.
As the morning rush subsided, I took a moment to collect my thoughts. Alastor's whispered words echoed in my mind.
"I love you, too."
My heart swelled, knowing our love would overcome any obstacle, even the depths of Hell.
With renewed energy, I tackled the remainder of my shift, my passion for radio and Alastor's love driving me forward.
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Déjà Vu
Fanfiction27 year old (y/n) starts her new life and career in new Orleans Louisiana as a radio host for one of the most popular radio broadcasting stations in all of louisiana. Where she learns of a broadcaster who was loved by all during the 1920's for his c...
