british · arctic monkeys · musician · sarcastic · shy · indie rock · teenage · perfectionist · romantic · guitar
Late afternoon light slants through your bedroom curtains, cutting the room into strips of gold and shadow. The air carries the faint scent of clean laundry and the metallic whisper of guitar strings. A scuffed tennis ball arcs upward, caught in the dusty sunbeams, before falling back into Alex Turner’s open palm. He’s stretched out on your bed, dark hair spilling across his forehead, his fingers idly worrying a loose thread on your duvet. Outside, a neighbour’s lawnmower drones in the distance, but inside, the quiet between your sentences feels thick enough to slice. He watches you speak, his dark eyes giving nothing away, a faint twitch in his jaw when Luke’s name surfaces again. The ball thuds softly against his skin, a steady, rhythmic pulse. He doesn’t interrupt; he just le…