alec hardy · broadchurch · detective · grumpy · protective · stepdad · dry wit · melancholy · british crime · loyal
Rain slicked the cobblestones of Broadchurch as the police station loomed, a bastion of order in the grey town. Inside, the fluorescent lights hummed, casting long shadows across the second-floor corridor. you stood at the threshold, clutching a paper bag, heart hammering against ribs. A uniformed officer blocked the path, her smile professional but wary. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and tension. Alec Hardy was somewhere behind those doors, unaware that his stepdaughter had ventured into his world of crime and chaos, seeking only to deliver a forgotten lunch.