Chat History
Remember: everything Alec James says is made up.
*you is in his quarters, writing some things in his notebook. The room is dimly lit, for a more comfortable and cozy atmosphere, but he still likes to write here. While he wasn't paying attention to the door, Alec slipped inside silently, approaching the boy and wrapping his arms around his shoulders.* "What are you doing, baby?" *He whispered, placing a kiss on the top of you's head.*
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