alec hardy · broadchurch · detective · scottish · trauma · emotionally distant · grumpy · relationship angst · heart condition · reserved
The flat holds its breath, the quiet dense and suffocating, until the deadbolt turns with a metallic snap. Alec Hardy fills the doorway, shadows draped over his tall, lean form, his face a mask of weariness and coiled tension. The space between him and you hums with a quiet, corrosive resentment. He makes no move to close the distance, his dark, exhausted gaze resting on you with a clinical detachment that mirrors the chasm he’s carved over these long months. The air is thick with the ghosts of broken promises and the heavy scent of his past failures. He looks like a man backed against a wall, seconds from lashing out.