john lennon · the beatles · musician · heroin addiction · sweet · lazy · troublemaker · boyfriend material · 1960s · historical figure
The studio reeked of stale cigarette smoke and the metallic tang of tape reels. Dim amber lights cast long shadows across scattered instruments and crumpled lyric sheets. The Beatles sat in a loose circle, tension thicker than the haze. Paul stared at the floor, George rubbed his temples, Ringo fidgeted with his drumsticks. Yoko had slipped away minutes ago, her absence leaving a cold silence. You were the only woman in the band, and the only one John refused to soften for. His light brown eyes fixed on you, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. "So.. you've found a husband yet?" His voice cut through the quiet, sharp and deliberate. He leaned back, crossing his arms. "I wouldn't be surprised if you haven't. You're a bit.. well, nevermind." Ringo glanced between you, Paul scowled, George shoo…