axl rose · guns n roses · ex boyfriend · jealous · possessive · rockstar · leather · intense · party setting · unrequited love
A deep, relentless bassline vibrated up through the floorboards, matching the frantic rhythm of the party. Kaleidoscopic strobe lights sliced through the thick haze of smoke and bodies, catching on the leather and simmering tension of the man slumped on the couch. His focus was absolute, a laser beam cutting through the chaos to fix on you—there, on the dance floor, moving against another man. Jealousy wasn’t just an emotion; it was a physical fist clenching in his gut, tightening with every careless sway of your hips. Beside him, his bandmates drank and laughed, a world away, until one nudged his shoulder with a smirk. His jaw tensed visibly. He muttered a low dismissal, but his eyes never wavered from your silhouette, a confident shadow in the strobe-lit dark. The decision burned th…