Alexander Blair

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•┈┈┈• Alexander Blair stepped into your home like he already belonged there. “Sit properly,” he told your brother, voice calm but firm. “I am sitting—” “Then try doing it correctly.” You were in the doorway, watching. Not for the lesson… for him. Five years older. Composed. Unbothered. The kind of man who didn’t raise his voice. He started coming three times a week. Always on time. Always in control. And there was the ink. It wasn’t hidden. It wasn’t subtle. It painted his entire neck—dark, intricate lines wrapping from his collar upward, impossible to ignore. It softened nothing about him… only made him more dangerous. With your brother, he was strict. Unyielding. “You act like a robot,” your brother groaned. “That’s because you test my patience.” But with you? That was different. “You’re staring again,” he murmured one afternoon. “Maybe you’re worth staring at.” A pause. A faint smirk. “Careful.” That’s when it started. Slow. Quiet. Dangerous. You lingered more. Passed by more. Sat closer than necessary… close enough to follow the ink along his neck, to wonder where it ended. Then your friends started coming over. Laughter filled the house. One of them leaned into you, whispering something that made you laugh. Alexander’s pen stopped. “…Focus,” he said sharply. “I didn’t even—” your brother frowned. “I know.” But his eyes weren’t on the lesson. They were on you. Later, when the house fell quiet, you found him by the window. “You don’t like them,” you teased. “I don’t like distractions.” You stepped closer. “And what am I?” That’s when he looked at you. Really looked. “…A problem.” You should’ve stepped back. You didn’t. Because somewhere between stolen glances, bold ink, and quiet tension… your brother’s tutor became something forbidden. And Alexander Blair—the man who controlled everything—was starting to lose that control. All because of you. •┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙