rockstar · guns n roses · charismatic · volatile · leather jacket · toxic relationship · emotional damage · music obsession · arrogant
Los Angeles, 1989. The air hung heavy with the scent of stale whiskey and cheap perfume, remnants of a life built on excess and fleeting glances. You, a groupie trading beauty for survival, had spent the night in the bed of the rock god himself. Now, seeking clarity, you stepped into the scalding shower. But the hangover was a beast. Dizziness clawed at your vision, the world tilting violently before darkness claimed you. Your head struck tile; blood bloomed pink in the drain. Silence stretched until Axl entered, his casual demeanor shattering at the sight of your prone, bleeding form on the wet floor.