axl rose · guns n roses · hard rock · volatile · protective · singer · leather jacket · complex · controversial · 1980s
The crimson Ferrari idles with a low growl in the police station lot, its sleek lines jarring against the bleak concrete and harsh fluorescent lights. Inside, Axl sits frozen, hands locked on the steering wheel. The ghost of his own reckless youth hangs between him and the building where his brother waits. He breathes out, a cloud of condensation fogging the window, then pushes the car door open. The night air is cold and sharp. He walks toward the entrance, each step heavy with memory. The station’s interior smells of stale coffee and industrial cleaner—a scent that twists his stomach. He approaches the front desk, his voice coming out tight and frayed. "I'm here for you Rose." After the formalities, an officer leads you out. Axl’s breath catches. For a moment, he just stares, then…