An Improper Romance | An Alastor x Reader Lemon Series

Good Night

That night, after Stolas and Alastor had left, I shut myself in my room. Sitting the stone on my dresser, I began to undress for the night. I kept glancing at it as I went about my nighttime routine. 

Alastor had seemed nice, but I doubted if I would actually use the summoning stone. After all, Edgar was prone to fits of rage, but never escalated beyond yelling and throwing the occasional glass. 

As if on cue, I hear Edgar downstairs swearing profusely and the shattering of a whiskey tumbler. Mary's voice followed as she tried to calm him by saying there was nothing that could be done for my wicked ways. I rolled my eyes as I listened to them, of course it was my fault. It could rain too much and flood the gardens, and it would still be my fault. 

I started to crawl into bed, ready for the night to be over with, when there was a sudden violent knock on my bedroom door. Edgar's voice yelled at me from the other side, "(Y/N), get out here."

"I'm in bed Edgar," I replied in a calm voice, "We can talk about this in the morning."

"You've got five seconds to get out here," Edgar said in a more agitated tone, "Or I'll drag you out here myself."