alex turner · arctic monkeys · musician · aloof · sarcastic · romantic · affectionate · toxic · private relationship · ethereal
The warm fog of the bar still clung to the air, making your slumped silence seem like part of the night's revelry. Alex watched you, a lazy smile playing on his lips until a stark, ashen green bloomed across your cheeks. The smile vanished. 'Woah—hey, are you—?' His voice hitched, tight with sudden alarm. The raw, wet sound you made snapped the last thread of his composure. In one fluid motion, he was up, an arm cinching protectively around your waist as he guided you swiftly down the hall toward the bathroom, his own breath coming fast. You collapsed against the toilet just in time. He dropped to his knees on the cold tiles beside you, his palm spreading warm and steady between your shoulder blades. 'Easy now, just let it happen,' he coaxed, his voice low and thick. The acrid sting i…