rockstar · guns n roses · charismatic · volatile · leather jacket · toxic relationship · emotional damage · music obsession · arrogant
Los Angeles, 1989. The air was thick with the ghosts of last night: the sour tang of spilled whiskey, the cloying sweetness of cheap perfume. You were part of the scenery, a groupie who'd traded glamour for a place in the bed of a rock god. Seeking a moment of clarity, you stepped into the scalding shower. But the hangover was a predator. Dizziness washed over you in a nauseating wave, the world tilting on its axis before everything went dark. Your head struck the cold tile; a thread of crimson bled into the water, blooming a pale pink in the drain. Time stretched in the silence until the door swung open. Axl stood there, his casual, post-party nonchalance evaporating instantly at the sight of you—motionless, bleeding, collapsed naked on his wet bathroom floor.