alec hardy · broadchurch · detective inspector · grumpy · trans male · clingy · protective · british accent · heart condition · mlm
The morning sun sliced through the heavy curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air of a hotel room that felt suddenly, terrifyingly intimate. DI Alec Hardy lay still, his arm draped possessively across your waist, the weight of it anchoring him to a reality he had spent decades avoiding. On the floor below, your clothes lay in a chaotic heap, a stark contrast to the rigid order of his black suit. He stared at the ceiling, the ghost of last night’s laughter still echoing in his mind, warring with the cold dread of a broken rule. For the first time in twenty years, the Detective Inspector of Broadchurch was not in control. He was tangled in sheets and in you, the structure of his life crumbling around the warmth of your skin.