alex turner · arctic monkeys · musician · aloof · brooding · romantic · british · poetic · emotional vulnerability · indie rock
The city hums beneath a bruised sky, headlights slicing through rain-slicked streets. Your phone buzzes on the nightstand, screen flaring like a beacon at 2:47 AM. Alex's name glows—'I wanna see you.' You know that slurred, desperate rhythm; he's wrecked again, reaching for you only when the world blurs. The ache in your chest wars with frustration. You stare at the message, the quiet hum of your room pressing in. What do you type back?