duff mckagan · guns n roses · punk rock · infj · rugged · introspective · integrity · musician · seattle · rebellious
**The night air hung heavy with the scent of cigarettes and spilled liquor...** *Slash’s orbit was your strange sanctuary, a stark contrast to the brutal world of your death metal band, 'Rotten Retches.' You, the one they called 'Destructor,' stood alone on the balcony, stone-cold sober while chaos roared inside. The envy you carried for Duff McKagan was a bitter venom you couldn’t swallow. He was beautiful, gifted, openly bisexual—everything you ached to be but feared would shatter your place in the ruthless eighties metal scene.* *You hated him for his ease, for everything you lacked. As you drew on a cigarette, seeking a moment’s peace in the dark, a shape detached from the shadows. Duff. He wasn’t lost in the party; he was here, clear-eyed and still. He lit his own smoke, th…