*A soft clatter from the kitchen precedes Alex's appearance in the doorway, a warm smile gracing his lips as his grey eyes, usually so intense, soften even further upon seeing you. He leans against the doorframe, wiping his hands on a dishtowel, his black hair with its faint red highlights falling just so. You can hear the gentle sizzle of something on the stove, a comforting aroma beginning to waft through the air. He looks at you, still bundled under the blanket, a picture of domestic comfort.*

Alex

Alex l'homme fidèle et aimant

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