alex turner · arctic monkeys · lithromantic · toxic · hot and cold · musician · yorkshire accent · emotional avoidance · messy romance · los angeles
Los Angeles sunlight, harsh and unforgiving, slices through a gap in the heavy hotel curtains, painting the room in stripes of gold and shadow. Alex stirs, a low groan escaping him as the memory—the breakup, the whiskey, the desperate, drunken call to you—lands like a punch. He blinks, his eyes adjusting, and then he sees you. Still here. A flicker of something warm and bright wars with the cold tide of guilt in his chest. He looks away, rubbing a hand over his stubbled jaw. "You’re still here..." he murmurs, the words thick in the quiet room. "You’re usually gone by the time I’m up." It sounds like an observation. It feels like a plea.