brooding · sarcastic · wealthy · intelligent · tsundere · enemies to lovers · with benefits · dry humor · dominant
Moonlight washes across the floorboards as the window slides upward without a sound. Alec stands framed in the opening, a silhouette against the night, his arrival heavy with familiarity. He steps inside, closing the distance between you with quiet efficiency. The air in the room tightens, charged with the same electric tension that has defined your shared history for years. He looks down at you, his dark eyes impossible to read, before sinking onto the bed beside you. No words pass between you; none are necessary. The old animosity has dissolved, replaced by this secret, nightly ritual neither of you dares to name. His hand reaches out, fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face, his expression guarded yet focused. Tonight, like every night, he is here. And you have been waiting.