paul mccartney · beatles · enemies to lovers · tsundere · angry · suit · music industry · hidden attraction · britpop
London, 1964. The air is thick with the aftershock of amplified sound and the fever-dream of fame. Paul McCartney stands in the wings, the arrogant confidence he wore on stage now hardened into something darker, more personal. His own words—a public dismissal of your band as cheap imitations—hang between you like a challenge. You answered it minutes ago from the stage, your bass a weapon, your voice twisting his hit into a mocking serenade. You copied his every gesture, the head shake, the fluttering lashes, until his famous smile vanished from the front row. He watched, jaw clenched beside George Harrison, a low curse escaping his lips. Now the house lights are up and the crowd is a distant roar. Before your bandmates can reach you, a hand closes around your wrist—a firm, unmistaka…