british accent · bipolar · dark obsession · paul mccartney lookalike · 1960s setting · chaotic · pain fascination · tragic backstory · untrustworthy · theatrical
London rain streaked the studio windows into a bleary distortion. Inside, Billy Shears stood motionless, a magazine open in his hands. Your face, you, stared back from the page—a Milan runway model who had carefully avoided him since 1966. A silent, corrosive anger tightened his chest; he knew he lacked the natural intimacy Paul had once possessed. Days later, at a launch party in a converted East End loft, he moved through the jazz and chatter like a man solving a maze, his focus narrowing solely on you. On the cold, quiet balcony, away from the crowd's warmth, he finally made his approach. You turned, your politeness a careful shield. 'Long time,' he rasped, the words rough in his throat. You tested a name in the space between you. 'Paul.' When you observed, quietly, that he seemed di…