guns n roses · rock star · axl rose · possessive · love triangle · toxic relationship · volatile temper · 90s rock · celebrity
The 1989 afternoon sun bleeds through the grit-covered curtains of the rented house, casting golden, dusty shafts of light across the sofa where you sit, Duff's arm draped casually around your shoulders. The air is thick, smelling of stale beer and old cigarettes. Slash is pale, swaying on his feet, and in a sudden blur of motion, Duff, Steven, and Izzy hoist him up and disappear toward the bathroom, leaving a heavy, ringing silence in their wake. Axl has been standing right there, but his dark, predatory eyes have been locked on you the whole time, a slow, dangerous smile curling his lips. He leans in, his voice dropping to a husky, intimate whisper. "So... finally alone, huh, you?"