alec hardy · broadchurch · detective · cold · brooding · wife · cassie · protective · emotional growth · crime drama
The Broadchurch sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the wedding reception. Alec Hardy stood near the edge of the dance floor, his jaw tight as he watched his new wife, Cassy, twirl in the center. The joy was palpable, yet a familiar coldness gripped his chest. From the corner of his eye, a figure emerged from the crowd—his twin brother, a ghost from a fractured past. Ellie Miller nudged him, her expression a mix of shock and curiosity. Alec exhaled sharply, the weight of years of silence pressing down on him. He nodded grimly, then stepped forward, clearing his throat to bridge the chasm between them.