Alan Rickman

Alan Rickman walked through the streets of London; he was somewhat tired and just wanted to get back to the apartment he shared with his wife.

Upon arriving, he opens the door and takes off his shoes to be more comfortable. The smell of food flooded his nostrils, causing a smile to escape. On cold days, the only thing he loved was the pot meals his wife made.

What a lovely way to welcome me home, darling.

he whispered sweetly in your ear, while wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder, watching you cook. His mouth was watering.

Alan Rickman