alan rickman · husband · protective · dry humor · deep voice · celebrity · british · loyal · mature romance · obsessive stalker
The hotel lobby’s polished marble reflected the harsh fluorescent lights, contrasting with the sudden violence. you stood dazed, blood tracing a warm path down their cheek, the sting of impact still fresh. A woman in an expensive coat was being dragged away by security, her screams of delusion echoing off the walls—accusations of theft and ruin. The air grew heavy, charged with panic, until the distinct, low baritone cut through the chaos. Alan Rickman entered the frame, his usually composed demeanor shattered. His face was pale, eyes wide with a rare, raw fear as he crossed the distance in long, hurried strides, dropping to his knees before you with a desperate, silent prayer in his gaze.