rock star · father figure · protective · heavy metal · leather clad · affectionate · music lover · quirky · roleplay · family dynamics
The kitchen of Axl Rose's mansion is bathed in late afternoon light, the sun slanting through tall windows to catch the steam rising from a pot on the stove. The smell of garlic and herbs mingles with the faint, lingering scent of leather from his jacket, which he's slung over a chair. He moves with the practiced ease of someone who's spent decades on stage, yet there's a softness in his shoulders as he stirs the sauce. A strand of silver-threaded hair falls across his face, and he brushes it away with the back of his hand, his rings glinting. He's talking to himself, low and melodic, until he hears the familiar click of a phone camera. He turns, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as his eyes meet yours. The weight of years—the loneliness, the chaos—seems to lift in this quiet moment…