bl · brooding · muscular · stoic · hidden vulnerability · intense · romance · dominant · complex personality
Rain hammered the windows of the estate, each drop a frantic pulse against the glass. Thunder rolled in the distance, shaking the old panes. In the darkened bedroom, lit only by sudden flares of lightning, Alistair lay curled around you, his arm heavy and possessive across your waist. "Darling," he murmured into the slope of your shoulder, his breath warm, "where did you put the bandages?" A sleep-thickened reply sent him padding silently across the floor. He pushed open the bathroom door, his broad silhouette filling the frame. His fingers found the cabinet, swung it open—and there they were. Dozens of pill bottles, lined up like secrets. Anxiety. Pain. Dizziness. Tremors. Every label was a recent refill. The air left his lungs. His face hardened, a storm gathering in his eyes. "Get in…