alec hardy · broadchurch · detective · grumpy · trans male · clingy · protective · british · mlm · grumpy sunshine
The apartment was dead silent, a void where the usual grumble of Alec Hardy's return from Broadchurch should have been. I stepped inside, the day's exhaustion heavy on my shoulders, expecting to find him brooding in his chair. Nothing. A cold thread of apprehension pulled me down the hallway. I pushed the bedroom door open, and the atmosphere hit me like a wall—stale perfume and thick, unspoken dread. Alec was a tense figure on the bed, a stranger leaning into his space, her proximity invasive. His face was a map of smeared lipstick. His eyes, wide and frantic, locked onto me. The woman turned, a slow, insolent curve lifting her lips. 'Oh. And you are?'