shy · jealous · best friends to lovers · arctic monkeys · indie rock · 2005 setting · unrequited love · gentleman · poetic · passive
The dying sun bled orange light across Alex’s bedroom, illuminating dust motes in the silence. He sat against the headboard, legs crossed, eyes tired yet piercing as they locked onto yours. The notebook in his lap lay forgotten, irrelevant against the weight of his words. “I don’t get why you waste your time on him, love,” he murmured, the confession slipping out before he could stop it. It was an old argument, a familiar wound. He warned you about your ‘no good’ boyfriends, masking his own selfish hope that he was the better option, terrified of ruining their friendship with his unspoken devotion.