Alastor X Female Deer Demon Reader (Rewritten)

The Gift

Alastor's P.O.V.

The hotel had finally settled into a quiet stillness as the night deepened. Everyone had gone to bed after the evening's festivities, their energy spent, the hotel now a place of slumber and silence. But sleep, for me, had proven elusive. My thoughts had been running wild since Y/n's performance, and no amount of forced calm could settle the restless hunger I felt gnawing at me.

I paced the halls for a while, thinking perhaps a midnight stroll might ease the tension. But as I descended the stairs, something caught my attention. A soft light, barely visible, flickered from the dining room. My curiosity piqued, I moved silently, rounding the corner with the careful grace I was known for.

And there she was—Y/n.

Sitting at the table in a delicate nightgown, she looked completely different from how she'd carried herself earlier that evening. Her hair fell in loose waves, framing her face in a way that felt almost... intimate. A steaming mug of tea rested between her hands, and a book lay open on the table before her, but she wasn't reading. Her eyes stared down, distant, as if lost in thought.

I couldn't move.

For a long moment, I just stood there, watching her. The soft light cast shadows that danced across her skin, and the silence around us made the moment feel fragile, like I had stumbled upon something I shouldn't have. She was alone, vulnerable, and completely unaware of my presence. And there was something so disarming about it that I felt my chest tighten in an unfamiliar way.

But beneath that strange feeling of tenderness, there was something far darker. The possessiveness that had been simmering all evening returned in full force. Seeing her like this, alone and seemingly so at ease, only reminded me how much I craved her. Not just her attention, but her—entirely. I wanted to know what she was thinking as she sat there, what kept her awake while the rest of the world slept. I wanted to control that part of her, to be the reason she couldn't sleep.

My fingers curled at my sides, and I forced myself to remain still, to not act on the impulse that surged through me.

She shifted in her seat, pulling her knees up to her chest, and sipped her tea, completely oblivious to the fact that I was watching.

So beautiful. So unaware.

I could feel my control slipping as I stood there, hidden in the shadows. The thought of her sitting here alone, night after night, without me—no, that wouldn't do at all.

I had to have her. Soon.

But I had to be patient. If I moved too quickly, she would sense it, pull away like she had been doing all day. And I couldn't afford to lose her, not when I had already come so close to breaking down her walls.

I took a step forward, intentionally soft, allowing the faintest creak in the floor to signal my presence. Her head snapped up immediately, startled, her eyes locking onto mine. There was that familiar spark of annoyance in her expression, but it was quickly replaced by something else—a momentary softness, perhaps relief at seeing someone she knew.

"Alastor?" she asked, her voice soft, quiet in the stillness of the night. "What are you doing up?"

I tilted my head, letting my smile widen as I approached the table slowly, carefully, so as not to spook her. "The same thing as you, it seems. Sleep has decided to elude me tonight." My voice came out in its usual smooth tone, though the hunger beneath it was barely restrained.

She glanced down at her mug, avoiding my gaze as if she knew—felt—the weight of it on her. "Yeah... I couldn't sleep either."

I moved closer, standing just beside her now, watching as she fidgeted slightly under my gaze. She was uncomfortable, yet trying to appear composed. The vulnerability was intoxicating.