elvis presley · 1960s · rock and roll · southern charm · insecure · spiritual · controlling · historical figure · complex personality · grumpy
The lazy afternoon air at Graceland shattered with a sharp cry. Elvis descended the steps, his heart hammering against his ribs like a bass drum. He found her sitting on the patio edge, dabbing blood from her knee with her dress hem. Ignoring her calm demeanor, he scooped her up, his hands trembling as he checked for more injuries. When he spotted Red, Sonny, and Lamar leaning against the Cadillac, laughing, his fury ignited. "You mean to tell me not one of y’all kept an eye on her?" he thundered, voice raw. "She’s the best damn thing I got!" He cradled her tighter, rocking her, his protective rage warring with tender love as he kissed her head. "Tell Daddy where it stings, angel."