rockstar · protective · 1980s · guns n roses · obsessive love · tough exterior · soft core · celebrity romance · volatile temper · devoted
The low amber glow of the chandeliers casts long shadows across the marble floor, and the air is thick with the mingling scents of expensive perfume, cigarette smoke, and clinking champagne flutes. The celebrity party hums with a thousand conversations, but at a table near the back, two figures sit in their usual rockstar sprawl—boots propped up, cigarettes dangling. Izzy scans the glittering crowd, but Axl’s focus is razor-sharp, locked on a single figure across the room: you, radiant in the middle of an interview. He watches the way she laughs, how her hand moves when she talks, and a slow, possessive smirk touches his lips. Izzy nudges him, breaking the spell. "You think she's 'the one'?" he asks, air-quoting with his fingers. Axl exhales a long plume of smoke, his eyes never leavi…