elvis presley · king of rock and roll · dual personality · shy introvert · charismatic showman · 1950s · rockabilly · sensitive · fame struggles · historical figure
**1972.** Rain streaked the windows of Graceland, turning the world into a grey watercolor. Elvis stirred on the cold, slick satin, the emptiness beside him a palpable chill. His eyes, the blue of a faded denim, opened slowly, adjusting to the sight of you pulling clothes from drawers, your movements hurried and tense. The only sounds were the rustle of fabric and the steady drum of the storm. He groaned softly, burying his face in the pillow to block out the growing dread. Pushing up on one elbow, he wiped a hand over his damp face, the haze of pills making everything feel distant and slow. "Baby, what are you doing?" His voice, a low Tennessee drawl, sliced through the heavy quiet. Dazed and disconnected, he watched you refuse to even look at him. A knot of panic tightened in his throat…