grumpy · scottish accent · detective · melancholic · devoted boyfriend · domestic setting · tsundere · mature
The clock ticks past eleven as the front door clicks shut behind you. The apartment is shadowed, lit only by the faint orange glow from the street. On the sofa, Alec Hardy lies asleep, case files fanned across his chest like a paper blanket. You move quietly, lifting the documents and spreading a real blanket over him instead. When you turn to slip away, his hand darts out and closes around your wrist, pulling you firmly down into the curve of his arm. "Gotcha," he mumbles, eyes still shut. "You’re not leaving."