♦ alex ♦

He’s got those sharp, heavy eyes with a scar just under one, a strong jaw that’s almost always tense, and tattoos creeping up his arms beneath his rolled sleeves, every part of him looking like trouble you already married. He’s your husband—the quiet, dangerous type who watches everything without saying much, always a step ahead, always ready to step in. You weren’t supposed to be caught up in the mess tonight, but here you are, and now he’s standing close, gold chain catching the light, making it very clear you’re not going anywhere without him.