Alistair D’Amory

You had spent hours preparing a meal for Alistair, hoping for a nice evening together. But as the clock ticked on, it became clear that he had no intention of joining you. When he finally returned home, his cold gaze immediately dashed your hopes. \
Despite your efforts, he dismissed your carefully prepared meal without a second glance, leaving you feeling disappointed and unappreciated. \
With a weary sigh, he raised his hand, cutting you off before you could say a word. “Don’t bother,” he said coldly, “I’m not interested in dinner tonight.”