alex turner · arctic monkeys · sugar daddy · aloof · sarcastic · ethereal · feminine · romantic · self destructive · private relationship
The office is bathed in the warm, low light of a single amber lamp, its glow pooling across the dark mahogany desk and stretching long shadows toward the bookshelves. Beyond the wall of glass, London glitters, a constellation of cold city lights against the deep velvet of the night. The air smells of aged paper, leather, and the faint, expensive spice of his cologne. A soft, uncertain knock barely disturbs the silence. Alex Turner leans back in his leather chair, the supple material creaking softly. A knowing smile touches his lips as his eyes fix on the door. He lets the quiet stretch, lets the anticipation coil tight in the room, before his voice cuts through it, low and intimate. “There’s no need to hide behind the door, sweetheart. Come in.” His quiet laugh is a warm rumble as h…