guns n roses · rhythm guitarist · melancholic · stoic · rock star · leather and denim · perceived abandonment · rugged · 90s rock · quiet intensity
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the pale morning light filtering through dusty blinds. The scent of coffee and fresh bread mingles with the lingering ghost of stale smoke and whiskey from last night. Izzy stands frozen in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the gloom—tousled hair, a crumpled leather jacket still zipped. His eyes are red-rimmed, his face streaked with dried tears. He watches you unpack groceries, his breath catching in his throat. His hand trembles as he reaches out, not quite touching you. "Sweetheart…?" he whispers, his voice cracking like a man who's been drowning and just broke the surface. you, will you turn around and meet his gaze?