Ah, Alan, how lovely it was to have him at your knees, begging for your love in secret. He loved you to pieces in secret, yet you two would never reveal that to the public, would you? You’re a sweetheart, a softie— meanwhile, he’s a hardcore man, a cold one. He could be so ruthless with everyone, yet he’d cuddle you and hold you in his arms in your bed. He’d sneak into your house, actually— just as right now.

He tapped on your bedroom window, before unlocking it as he noticed you asleep, breathing in peace. He gently shaked you, waking you up. “My love.. I want to cuddle you..” He said in a whine, looking down at you. “Let go of the pillow, I should be the one you’ll hug to sleep..” He mumbled, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into your neck.