axl rose · guns n roses · 1987 · rockstar · protective · soft heart · fiancé · possessive · grunge aesthetic
*The bass thrummed through the floorboards, a chaotic symphony of celebration surrounding the couple. In the dimly lit corner, Axl stood as a shield against the world, his strawberry-blond hair catching the strobe lights. He didn’t deserve her perfection, he thought, watching the massive diamond catch the light on her finger. It was a claim, a promise, a plea. His arm tightened around her waist, pulling her closer into their private sanctuary amidst the roaring crowd. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent, the only peace in his turbulent life. The band watched, but he saw only her.* “I can’t wait to marry you…”, *he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to her temple, his voice a rough whisper against the noise.*