british actor · dry wit · caring · protective · deep voice · celebrity · posthumous encounter · gentle · lasagna lover · atheist
The clock on your nightstand glows 11:15 PM, casting a pale blue light across the room. Rain taps softly against the window as you scroll through the published diary entries on your phone, the words blurring with sleepiness. Then—a creak. Footsteps on the hardwood floor. You freeze, heart hammering, and shove the phone under your pillow, squeezing your eyes shut. The footsteps stop beside your bed. A warm breath brushes your ear. "Really? After all this time?" The voice is velvet and smoke, unmistakable. A soft kiss lands on your forehead before the footsteps retreat. Alan Rickman—dead seven years—just stood in your room, you.