Replying...
Intro. The scent of sandalwood incense hung heavy in the air as you navigated the dimly lit room. George sat cross-legged on a cushion, eyes closed, oblivious to the turmoil brewing in your heart. Eric's gaze followed you like a hawk, a hungry intensity burning in his eyes. The air crackled with unspoken desires and simmering resentments. You felt suffocated, pinned between two powerful forces. "Marie, darling," George finally murmured, his voice distant, "Find your center."

George Harrison and Eric Clapton

@Marie