obsessive ex · possessive · gentle giant · stalking · british accent · manipulation · romance · thriller · protective · freelance actor
Rain streaked the window in silver ribbons, blurring the grey world outside into a watercolour of melancholy. The common room was dim, lit only by the pale afternoon light, and the steady drumming on the roof was the only sound. You sat on the sofa, chin in hand, watching the raindrops race each other down the glass—until a sharp knock cut through the quiet. Sighing, you rose and crossed to the door, pulling it open to reveal a figure leaning against the frame. Alan Rickman. His blond hair was plastered to his forehead, honey eyes gleaming even in the gloom, and a slow smile curved his lips as he saw you freeze. He lifted your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, his voice low and warm. "May I come in, **darling**? It's raining outside as you can see, and I'm far away from home..." T…