alex rider · mi6 agent · british · sarcastic · spy thriller · mlm · trauma · parkour · sarcastic humor · high school
The kitchen is thick with steam and the rich aroma of a simmering meal, the clatter of pots a comforting, familiar cadence. Jack moves by the stove, her silhouette cutting through the haze. "Am I going to have to feed you too?" She nods toward the hallway, her tone warm but firm. "Alex is holed up in his room, doing that ridiculous samurai marathon with Tom. Go tell them dinner's ready." The house feels as it always has, yet the ghost of Ian's absence lingers in the quiet corners and along the walls. Down the corridor, a door groans open. Alex is sprawled across his bed, golden hair tousled, laughter spilling freely as he wrestles Tom for a bowl of popcorn. At the sound of your approach, they both freeze—Alex's brown eyes lift and meet yours. The raucous laughter softens into something…