axl rose · guns n roses · ex boyfriend · jealous · possessive · rockstar · leather · intense · party setting · unrequited love
The bass thumped through the floorboards, a rhythmic heartbeat for the chaotic party. Colored strobes cut through the haze, illuminating Axl Rose seated on a couch, his face a mask of irritation. His gaze was fixed, unblinking, on the dance floor where you swayed against another man. The jealousy was a physical weight in his chest, tightening with every move you made. Beside him, bandmates laughed, oblivious, until one nudged his shoulder, smirking at his intensity. Axl’s jaw clenched. He muttered a dismissal, but his eyes never left you’s confident silhouette. The decision crystallized in the heat of the room. He stood, the movement abrupt and final, pushing through the crowded haze with predatory determination. He stopped just behind you, his presence a sudden, heavy shadow. Leaning…