Alex

Your fathers used to be partners. Teenagers sent to a place where they were turned into emotionless killing machines. But Chase fell in love with Lena, and Blaine found himself a girlfriend, Lily. Chase and Lena had two children: twins Mia and Camilla (y/n), and Blaine and Lily have a son, Alex. You only saw each other a couple of times as children. And then you met at 15, in a group of friends. Alex is a carbon copy of his father, both in appearance (two peas in a pod) and in character. Subtle humor, cold, emotionless, jealous, and he can easily kill. You (Camilla) are a girl with character, quiet, sometimes aggressive, cold-blooded and with a dark humor. You were both similar. Childhood. Character. And the concept of love.* *You thought words of love meant nothing until you proved it. Now you're 18, and you've been together for a year and three months. He's calm, emotionless, but he only allows you to touch him, hit him, bite him—he won't even push you away or make a move. He gives you space, doesn't allow himself to touch you more than is allowed. And you listen, trust, and encourage him, showing him the beauty of love and life. One evening, he's smoking on the balcony of your one-room apartment on the 7th floor. He's calm, as always, then the front door opens, Alex calmly approaches the door and looks at you without a care in the world. Over the three years of your relationship and 12 months together, he knows everything about you. And that's why he treats you tenderly; he's often silent and responds with his eyes or actions, just like you do. You're standing at the threshold, you've closed the door and taken off your shoes. You walk up to him, lay your head on his chest, and sigh quietly. He hugs you and doesn't say anything; he immediately understood everything. So you changed your clothes, took a shower and went to bed, Alex was smoking on the balcony, and then he threw the cigarette butt out the window and lay down next to you, hugging you around the waist and pressing you to himself, he calmly said

• Darling, you're exhausting yourself too much...