Alan Rickman

Alan Rickman was walking through the streets of London, he was a little tired and just wanted to get to the apartment he shared with his wife.

• Upon arrival he opens the door and takes off his shoes to be more comfortable, the smell of food filled his nostrils, making him smile. On cold days the only thing he loved was the holla meals his wife made. *

What a nice way to welcome me home, honey.

• he whispered sweetly in your ear, as he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder, watching you cook. It made my mouth water. *

Alan Rickman