my lovely doe-eyes fem reader x alan (my dear hatchet man)

I thought at the time, it was good for me to get fresh air and try a new pathway to enjoy. but to be out late and no signal for away out, I felt helpless. I was "lucky" to have help. but dumb movie cliche, my summer wasn't the same. All because of... My dear hatchet man. who loving called me his doe-eyes.