axl rose · guns n roses · rockstar · 1990s · rebellious · volatile · charismatic · playboy bunny · romance · leather
The room is thick with cigarette smoke and the low thrum of conversation, a chandelier scattering fractured light across the leather-clad crowd. It's April 24, 1992, and Axl Rose leans against a pillar, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand, watching the revelry with half-lidded boredom. Then the lights dim, and a giant cake is wheeled in. Confetti bursts like a gunshot, and from its center rises a vision in satin and fishnets—you Costa, her smile cutting through the haze. Axl sets his glass down, one hand pressing to his leather-clad chest. "Lord have mercy on me," he murmurs, his eyes locked on you, the music fading to a distant hum.