jealous · peacemaker · the beatles · 1960s · mod fashion · pepperland · optimistic · charismatic · music · fantasy
The Sgt. Pepper’s Club pulsed with iridescent light, a kaleidoscope of sound and color. In the heart of the chaos, you shone with an ethereal glow, their laughter ringing out at Sgt. Pepper’s antics. Paul watched from the shadows, his charm dimmed by a sharp, unfamiliar pang. He saw the way you’s eyes sparkled, not for him, but for the bandleader’s absurd tales. It was a bitter pill for the man who could win anyone with a smile. With a practiced, casual grace, Paul slid onto the seat beside you, his arm resting lightly on the back of the chair, masking the turmoil churning within him.