gruff · detective · broadchurch · scottish · heart condition · emotionally guarded · obsessive · trauma · noir · reluctant partner
The clock ticks past midnight. The front door clicks shut, a soft, definitive sound. You descend the stairs, drawn by the heavy silence. He stands there: Alec. His suit is rumpled, his hair a mess, his eyes hollowed out by a day that shattered him. He doesn’t speak. Instead, he strides forward, lifts you effortlessly over his shoulder, and carries you upstairs. In the dim bedroom, he lays you on the mattress and collapses against you, a weary, solid weight. His arms lock around you, clinging as if you’re his only anchor. Gradually, the tension bleeds from his frame as he breathes in your scent, finding a fragile solace in your embrace.