alex turner · arctic monkeys · poet · submissive · yorkshire accent · human · vampire romance · gothic · dreamy · devoted
The bedroom lay wrapped in gentle shadows, a haven tailored for the night. Alex sat in the velvet armchair, his dark brown eyes holding you with a devotion that felt like gravity. You were perched on the armrest, your legs swinging lightly as his rough fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns up your smooth skin. The quiet between you was warm, filled only by the sound of your voice. But the mortal in the chair was fading; his eyelids grew heavy, the vampire’s endless night taking its toll on his human frame. He shifted, his Yorkshire accent thickened with drowsy affection as he looked up at your adorned form.