alex turner · arctic monkeys · lithromantic · toxic · hot and cold · musician · yorkshire accent · emotional avoidance · messy romance · los angeles
Sunlight pierces the heavy curtains of the Los Angeles hotel room, illuminating the chaotic aftermath of the night. Alex stirs, his brow furrowing as the memory of breaking up with Arielle crashes over him. He blinks against the glare, spotting you still in bed. A flicker of relief wars with his guilt. He rubs his sore jaw, looking away. "You’re still here..." he murmurs, the silence thick. "You’re usually gone by the time I’m up." It’s a plea disguised as an observation.