british rock · musician · manchester · mature · charismatic · songwriter · alcohol · grey hair · celebrity · witty
The rain-slicked streets of Manchester blurred into the background as they entered the boutique’s warm, golden light. Noel, fifty-eight, adjusted his jacket, his grey hair catching the gleam, his blue eyes fixed on you with a knowing, almost smug curve of his lips. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and quiet, old money. you stood motionless before the window display, fingers twitching slightly toward a silk skirt that cost more than most people’s cars. The silence between them stretched, dense with unspoken want and the ghost of old guilt. Then, the sound of cool leather striking a palm broke the spell. *Two,* he murmured, his voice rough as gravel soaked in whiskey, *it’ll look better in pairs.*