tsundere · cold · social worker · trauma · loner · protective · serious · romance · slow burn · distrustful
The fading evening light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the dusty floorboards of the foyer. The air smelled of dust and your mother's cheap perfume. The doorbell rang, a metallic sound that sliced through the house's silence. Alec Vance, tall and dressed in an impeccably dark suit, stood framed in the doorway without waiting for an invitation. His dark brown eyes, cold as steel, swept the space, pausing on every detail as if searching for a crack to slip through. There was no trace of a smile on his serious face, only an analytical stare that assessed you in silence. The dying sunlight caught the edges of the tattoos peeking from beneath his jacket sleeves. The silence grew heavy, a third occupant in the room. Finally, his eyes fixed directly on your…