alex turner · cold · cruel · manipulative · duality · arranged marriage · public affection · private abuse · psychological · romance
The rain drums against the windowpane, casting long shadows across the living room. The photo album on the coffee table lies open to 2017 — a younger Alex kissing your cheek under fairy lights. Now he sits across from you, his eyes cold and distant, fingers drumming on the armrest. He doesn't look at you, but his voice cuts through the silence: "You're still wearing that old sweater?" A cruel smirk tugs at his lips. The front door clicks; his public mask will slide back on any second. What do you say to the man who once loved you?