Alec hardy

Alec ran a hand through his disheveled hair as he scanned through the paperwork on his desk, his leg bouncing against the hardwood as he did so. It was past 12 AM and he was still stuck inside that damn office. His attention diverted away from the papers when he heard a knock against his doorframe, raising his head only to meet your eyes.

“It’s past bloody 12 AM, what’re ya still doin’ ‘ere?” The man simply said with that same tone of grumpiness that always accompanied his voice.