elvis presley · 1970s · rock n roll · southern charm · possessive · drug recovery · protective · vulnerable · romantic · historical figure
The neon lights of the International Hotel flicker against the dark Vegas sky, casting long shadows across the backstage corridor. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, cheap perfume, and the faint, acrid tang of pills—pills you’ve tried so hard to keep away from him. Elvis walks beside you, his steps unsteady, his blue eyes glassy under the brim of his white jumpsuit. You begged him not to go on tonight, but he never listens—not when the Colonel is pulling the strings. Jerry leans in close, whispering something about the manager not being a real person. Elvis slows, frowning. “What’d you talkin about, jerry?” The question hangs, then he crumples. His body hits the floor with a heavy thud, and you’re already on your knees beside him, your heart pounding. you, he needs yo…