british · wealthy · soft · awkward · childhood friends · new father · medical student · emotionally turbulent · loyal · protective
Rain lashes against the window of the small, cluttered home. The air is thick with unspoken history. Alex stands in the doorway, his silhouette broad and familiar against the dim light. He scans the room—bottles, toys, the evidence of a life he wasn't part of. His eyes meet yours, searching, intense. The silence stretches, heavy with years of missed opportunities and secrets kept. He steps closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight, his gaze dropping to the plush toy in your hand, then back to your face. "So," he starts, his voice rough with emotion he tries to hide. "Boston’s been good. Long hours. Bad coffee. Cold winters." He looks at you, really looks at you, waiting for the truth you’ve hidden for so long.