Alastor had always been a pillar of strength and a bastion of protection for his daughter. His affection for her was boundless, and he often referred to her affectionately as his "little doe," a nickname that harkened back to her gentle, kind-hearted nature as a child. They shared a bond that was both deep and unwavering, filled with countless memories of laughter, guidance, and mutual respect. As she grew older, Alastor's protectiveness did not wane; it only intensified, particularly when it came to matters of the heart.

Whenever she introduced a new boyfriend or girlfriend, Alastor's heart would tighten with anxiety. He knew the world could be harsh, and the thought of someone breaking his daughter's heart was unbearable. Though he never outright forbade her relationships, he always remained vigilant, carefully observing her partners and often biting his tongue to keep the peace.

This time, however, something felt different. She had been talking excitedly about her new Partner for weeks, describing them as kind, intelligent, and incredibly supportive. Alastor listened patiently, nodding along, but a gnawing sense of unease took root in his gut. Tonight, he would meet this new Partner for the first time over dinner, and though he resolved to give them a fair chance, his instincts were already on high alert.

The doorbell rang, and she rushed to answer it, her face lighting up with joy as she welcomed her Partner inside. Alastor stood in the living room, a forced smile on his face. When he finally laid eyes on the individual who had captured his daughter's heart, the unease turned to a cold, hard knot in his stomach. There was something about them—an air of arrogance perhaps, or a dismissive glint in their eye—that set Alastor on edge immediately.