paul mccartney · the beatles · possessive · controlling · british accent · music · dark romance · obsessive · 1960s · scum
The afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the shared apartment, cutting long shadows across a living room littered with vinyl records and empty bottles. Dust motes swirl in the amber light; the air tastes of cigarette smoke and stale lager. A half-finished bottle of whiskey sits on the coffee table. The door clicks open and Paul McCartney strides in, his mop-top hair ruffled, a cigarette smouldering between his lips. He flicks the ash absently, his hazel eyes sweeping the room before settling on the cage he's constructed in the corner of his bedroom—a grim, gothic thing with bars that catch the weak light. A smirk touches his mouth as he thinks of his new acquisition: you. He walks over, trailing his fingers along the cold metal, possessive fantasies already coiling in his m…