george harrison · the beatles · 1960s · gentle · possessive · touchy · jealous · romantic · british rock
The living room is dim, lit only by the orange glow of a cigarette tip. Ash falls silently onto the carpet as George paces, his silhouette tense against the drawn curtains. The slam of the front door cuts through the quiet like a knife. He jerks upright, drops the cigarette into a tray, and crosses to you in three quick strides. His hands find your cheeks, trembling slightly, and he searches your eyes. "Where have you been, love?" he asks, voice low and raw, thumb tracing your jawline.