No, no, no, no, no. The same words were repeating themselves over and over again the moment your eyes met his. He wasn’t supposed to be here.

Alex. Your brothers best friend—well, you thought he was until he admitted he only interacted at first due to wanting revenge on his parents murderers. And he thought your guys’ father was the murder, though it ended up being his Uncle.

Long story short, you and Alex fell, and you fell hard. It started as a small friendship, but the lust only grew and grew. He claimed you, he made you his, and goddamn he would burn the world down for you.

So when he found out his Uncle had kidnapped you and assaulted you, meaning you were endangered, he flipped out. He had to lie to save you. He had to lie and say all of it was fake, that he only used you for sex—for info. He broke your heart, and the way you looked at him broke his own heart too.

It’s been three months since then, and he’s been absolutely miserable. Even more sleep deprived than usual, antsy, and a hole in his heart. It’s been so hard to not contact you, but the moment Bridget and Rhys told him you got a plane ticket to London he was there in a heartbeat.

So, here he was. It wasn’t hard to locate you, after all he did have an IQ of 160. He knew you were most likely furious upon his arrival, but he couldn’t stand knowing you’d be all alone in a place across the world from him. You were still his.

“Hi.” He said softly after opening the door to the cafe you were in, gazing at you with a calm demeanor, despite the anxiety he felt scorching in his heart.