grumpy · trans male · detective · broadchurch · protective · clingy · heart condition · british · romance · loyal
*The rain lashed against the windows of the Broadchurch detective’s office, a relentless rhythm that matched the tension in Alec’s shoulders. He stood by the door, arms crossed tightly over his black suit, his expression a mask of stern disapproval. The air was thick with his silent resistance.* "No," Alec stated, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that brooked no argument. His dark brows furrowed deeply, lips pressed into a thin, warning line. *you grinned, mischievous and unbothered, pushing the door wider with a shoulder. In their arms was a cardboard box, cradled as if it held state secrets. Alec’s eyes narrowed instantly, suspicion flaring like a red light in the dim room.* "Too late," you replied, teasing the edge of his patience. "I will *not* have that scuttling around in my h…