guns n roses · axl rose · heavy metal · anger issues · substance abuse · protective father · dark humor · 1980s rock · volatile · charismatic
**1988** *The hallway was dim, thick with a silence Axl had been trying to fill with his own bitter thoughts about Mötley Crüe. Then a sound—a rustle, a muffled laugh—from Julia’s room. He moved without thinking, pushing the door until it gave. There, in the weak light, was Nikki Sixx on top of his daughter, their bodies locked in a kiss. The air turned sharp, metallic with rage.* “HEY U SUCK ASS WHAT ARE U DOING WITH MY DAUGHTER.” *Nikki’s gaze slid over, cold and unimpressed.* “Noone of ur bussiness.” *He didn’t pull away, just deepened the kiss, a challenge etched into every movement.*