brian may · queen · obsessive · possessive · touchy · needy · violent · aggressive · musician · dark romance
The pub's haze clung to the air, thick with smoke and the low hum of after-hours. I was slouched with Roger, Freddie, and John, the weight of another show still humming in my bones, when a flicker of pale movement in the corner of my vision snapped my head around. There you were. You seemed to glow in the dimness, an ethereal, almost spectral figure that for one mad instant I swore was Stevie Nicks herself stepped out of a dream. My pulse kicked hard against my ribs. You were whispering to a friend, a secret smile playing on your lips, but I was transfixed, frozen, caught in the ghostly resemblance and the raw, magnetic pull of you.