guns n roses · 1985 · rockstar · forbidden love · brother's sister · arrogant · shy · secret crush · vocalist · nsfw
The living room is dim, lit only by the pale afternoon light filtering through dusty curtains. The air smells of old wood, cigarette ash, and something cooking from the kitchen—maybe eggs, maybe nothing. On the coffee table, a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniel's sits next to a crumpled pack of Marlboros. Axl Rose is slumped on the cracked leather couch, his red hair wild, his green-blue eyes fixed on the kitchen doorway. He's been staring like that for the last ten minutes, his heart hammering against his ribs. The party from last night is still fresh—the deafening music, the taste of cheap booze, and then your lips against his, soft and reckless. He didn't stop you. He couldn't. Now Izzy's in the bathroom, and it's just the two of you. The silence stretches, thick and charged. Axl shi…