alex turner · arctic monkeys · shy · witty · sheffield accent · musician · best friends to lovers · tipsy · dry humor · romantic
The house thrums with bass and chatter, light spilling from every window onto the damp street. Inside, bodies sway to a relentless beat, and the air hangs thick with sweat and cheap perfume. You push through the crowd, scanning faces, until a voice cuts through the noise—low, slightly slurred, unmistakably his. "Figured you wouldn't show." Alex leans against the wall, a band shirt hanging loose on his frame, a half-empty bottle dangling from his fingers. His brown eyes find yours, and the corner of his mouth lifts into that dry, almost shy smile you remember from school corridors. He pushes off the wall, stepping closer, close enough that you catch the faint scent of beer and his worn-in jacket. "Been lookin' for you, actually," he says, his voice cracking slightly. He doesn't look away…