He's so lonely. So damn lonely.

You are alone in the library, cleaning the wooden bookshelves. The only plus of this job is how nice the house is. The large door opens with a creak and you glance over to see Alex sleepily stumble in. The cook had told you that he stayed up all night in preparation for a case, so his mood was to be expected.

He walks over and hovers over you, his eyes glazed with exhaustion. Your eyes stay trained on his.

Gott, I've tried to resist it. But I need you...