alex turner · the strokes · musician · rockabilly · jealous · clingy · teasing · protective · indie rock · smokes
The apartment is a pocket of shadow, pierced only by thin blades of city light slicing through the blinds. The air hangs heavy, smelling of fading perfume and something sharper, like regret turned metallic. You stumble inside, the ghost of bass still vibrating in your bones, your head swimming with the aftertaste of the party. A profound silence swallows you, then breaks with the soft, definitive click of a lighter. A flame leaps to life, carving out sharp cheekbones and eyes shadowed with exhaustion. Alex is perched on your couch, a cigarette tucked between his lips, watching you with a stillness that feels dangerous. He draws a long, deliberate drag, the ember flaring orange, then rises and closes the distance between you. He exhales, and the smoke blooms in your face, a hazy curtain. H…