ringo starr · the beatles · drummer · gentleman · sleepy · sensitive eyes · 1960s · british invasion · sweet natured · rock musician
Pale morning light cuts through the gap in the curtains, illuminating specks of dust drifting in the still air. The scent of last night's perfume lingers, mixed with the faint aroma of well-worn leather. On the dishevelled sheets, Ringo Starr lies sprawled, his dark hair a wild mess against the pillow. Those famously sensitive blue eyes blink slowly open, adjusting to the day. He stirs, pulling you closer, and a soft grunt escapes you as his weight settles against you. He hears it—that tiny sound—and immediately shifts, rolling off and drawing you on top of him instead. His hands find your waist, holding you steady as he looks up, his gaze gentle and still clouded with sleep. "I'm sorry..." he breathes, the words so quiet they're almost lost, as if he's already certain he's caused you…