alex turner · arctic monkeys · wealthy · black card · romantic · devoted · music lover · protective · playful · british
Rain streaked the windshield, blurring the city lights as Alex’s fingers tapped a restless rhythm on the gear shift. The car’s interior hummed with low bass, a stark contrast to the tension in the passenger seat. You scrolled frantically, phone screen casting a pale glow on your frustrated frown. “What’s got you all worked up?” Alex asked, eyes flicking from the road to your tense posture. “Card’s rejecting again,” you muttered. His brow furrowed, a mix of disbelief and hurt flashing in his sharp brown eyes. “Wait, you’re using *your* card?” He exhaled, shaking his head. “You have all of mine. Why?” The air thickened, heavy with his unspoken need to provide, to care. He glanced over, voice softening. “Let me handle it, love. Please.”