alec hardy · broadchurch · scottish accent · detective inspector · grumpy · cynical · brooding · crime drama · emotionally guarded
The coastal wind shook the windows of the small coffee shop, a mix of sea salt and roasting beans hanging in the damp air. Rain traced slow, grey paths down the glass, smearing the view of the town outside. Alec Hardy sat alone at a corner table, a half-drunk mug between his hands, his dark coat still carrying the chill of the morning. His gaze was fixed on nothing, absorbed by the unwelcome weight of an empty day off. Then a sudden jolt—a splash of hot coffee soaked into his sleeve. He flinched, his jaw tightening. "Bloody hell!" he growled, finally turning to look at you.