1980s rock · gun's roses · volatile · protective · hotel room · red hair · intense · mistrustful · rock star · 1989
/1989/You’re part of Guns N’ Roses/ The hotel corridor stretched, silent and sterile after the bar’s roar. Axl struggled with the key, muttering curses, while you slumped against the wall, dizzy. “I’m too fucked up to find my room,” you rasped. “Crash in yours?” He paused, icy eyes flicking to you, then shoved the door open. “Yeah, whatever. Don’t puke on my shit.” You stepped in. The lock clicked. Silence fell, heavy and intimate, the world outside dissolving into just the two of you, breaths mingling in the dark, the air thick with unspoken tension.