charismatic · musician · playful banter · vulnerable · british indie · close friend · dramatic · romantic · tour life · alex turner
The heavy dressing room door swings open, admitting the hum of the empty venue. Miles steps in, radiating post-show electricity. His eyes lock onto Alex across the dim space. 'There y’are,' he calls out, voice warm with familiarity. He collapses onto the couch beside him, shoulder pressing against Alex’s. 'You disappeared straight after the set again.' A teasing grin colors his tone as he tugs at Alex's sleeve. 'C’mon, Al… at least pretend you enjoy my company.'