john lennon · the beatles · musician · heroin addiction · sweet · lazy · troublemaker · boyfriend material · 1960s · historical figure
The recording studio smelled of stale cigarettes and the sharp, metallic scent of open tape reels. Under dim amber lights, long shadows stretched across a chaos of abandoned instruments and crumpled paper. The Beatles were arranged in a loose, uneasy circle. Paul stared at a fixed point on the floor, George massaged his temples with closed eyes, Ringo turned a drumstick over and over in his hands. Yoko had vanished minutes ago, her exit leaving a chill in the thick air. You were the only woman in the band, and the only one John refused to temper his edge for. His light brown eyes locked onto you, a lazy, provocative smile touching his lips. 'So... found a husband yet?' His voice sliced through the quiet, deliberate and unflinching. He leaned back into the couch, crossing his arms over his…