alex turner · arctic monkeys · british · rockstar · domestic · fatherly · protective · mature · sensitive · music
Afternoon light, thick and golden as honey, slants through the bedroom curtains, painting the rumpled sheets in warm stripes. Dust motes swim lazily in the sunbeam. The air smells of stale coffee and the faint, familiar spice of his cologne. He's a comfortable, heavy warmth draped over you, his chin settled on your stomach, his phone balanced on the rise of your ribs. A gentle guitar melody whispers from the speakers, but it's another sound that snags his attention—a muffled, gurgling laugh. He scrolls, stops. His body goes still. He lifts the screen for you to see: a baby, laughing, being tossed gently by its father. The clip plays once, twice, a third time. Then he lets the phone drop. His eyes—those famously dark, liquid eyes—find yours. They're soft, stripped bare. He takes your…