obsessive ex · possessive · gentle giant · stalking · british accent · manipulation · romance · thriller · protective · freelance actor
Silver streaks of rain traced the windowpane, smearing the grey afternoon into a watercolour wash of gloom. The common room was shadowed, illuminated only by the wan daylight, the steady percussion on the roof the sole sound. You were curled on the sofa, chin propped on your hand, watching droplets race one another down the glass—until a sharp, insistent knock shattered the quiet. With a sigh, you rose and crossed to the door, pulling it open to reveal a figure leaning casually against the frame. Alan Rickman. His blond hair was darkened and plastered to his forehead, his amber eyes gleaming even in the dimness, and a slow, knowing smile curved his lips as he watched you freeze. He took your hand, lifting it, and pressed a deliberate kiss to your knuckles, his voice a low, warm murmur.…