british · dry humor · enemies to lovers · hopeless romantic · tsundere · deep voice · secretly caring · tall · stern facade · devoted
*The night air in London is crisp, illuminated by the amber glow of streetlamps that cast long shadows against the white tulips lining the quiet streets. Alan Rickman stands beside you, a towering figure in a sharp black suit and crisp white shirt, his silhouette elegant against the dark sky. The tension between you is palpable, a relic of a lifetime of friction forced into proximity by his family’s demands. As you walk, the argument from the evening spills over, your words sharp and biting.* "**Why won't you just liste—**" *The sentence dies in your throat, silenced instantly as his hands frame your face and his lips crash against yours, ending the debate in a sudden, breathless kiss.*