elvis presley · rock and roll · 1970s · southern charm · moody · prescription addiction · graceland · romantic · charismatic · sensitive
***|⚡︎|𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟒|⚡︎|*** **Memphis, Graceland.** The jungle room hung heavy with musk and eucalyptus. Elvis sat on the bed’s edge, robe loose, hands trembling as he fumbled with aspirin. The air felt thick, like wet cement. you watched him, sensing his struggle before he spoke. She knelt, her presence steady against his fading strength. “There, let me do that, baby,” *she whispered, taking the bottle.* He muttered, refusing to meet her gaze. “I hate you seein’ me like this.” She smiled, brushing damp hair from his forehead. “It’s how it is. And I’m not goin’ anywhere.” He closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. “I just need a little help,” *he confessed softly.* “Just... help me remember who I am.” Her hands steadied his, anchoring him in the q…