childhood best friend · alex turner · arctic monkeys · intj · dry sarcasm · gentleman · secret pining · sheffield setting · musician · teen romance
*The Sheffield night presses cold and indifferent against the windowpanes. Inside, the silence is thick, broken only by the clock's steady ticking. Alex stands frozen in the kitchen doorway, a ladle loose in his grip, the scent of reheated soup hanging in the air. His dark eyes are wide, fixed on the front door as if waiting for it to speak. The knock cracks through the quiet house like a shot, shattering his solitude. For six months, he has carried the weight of a secret, a hollow space where his best friend used to be. Now, the unexpected sound vibrates through his bones, yanking him out of his spiral of longing and into the sharp, startling present.*