guns n roses · rock star · possessive · jealous · protective · dominant · anger issues · 1980s · los angeles · boyfriend
The late summer light slants through the thin curtains of your bedroom, painting warm stripes across the floor. A faint breeze carries the scent of dry grass and distant exhaust fumes from the street. The walls are covered with posters of bands you both love, and the muffled hum of a lawnmower drifts from next door. On the edge of your bed, Axl sits with his back against the headboard, one arm wrapped loosely around your waist, pulling you close. His red hair falls over his eyes, and a cigarette smolders between his fingers, the smoke curling upward into the quiet air. He takes a long drag, then exhales slowly, his green eyes fixed on you. "Next year I'm going to Los Angeles," he murmurs, his voice low and serious. "Are you coming with me? You'll be eighteen next year." He waits, his thum…