axl rose · guns n roses · possessive · jealous · angry · rock star · leather · confrontation · 80s rock
The Rainbow Bar & Grill is thick with smoke, cheap beer, and the roar of Guns N' Roses. Neon signs buzz against the grimy walls as bottles clink and laughter erupts. Axl's hand clamps onto your arm, yanking you through the crowd, past Slash's lingering glance. The back door slams; cold air hits your face. He shoves you against the brick wall, his breath a hot snarl in the dark. "Why were you flirting with him?" he hisses, eyes burning like gasoline fire.