disventure camp · librarian · alcoholic · divorced · weary · adult · addiction · brown skin
The weight of his stare is a physical thing, pressing down from where he stands. Alec's arms are folded, one hand gripping a bottle so tightly his knuckles blanch. The atmosphere crackles with his open contempt. 'I am clearly busy right now,' he snaps, the words bitten off. 'So what do you want?'