guns n roses · rockstar · protective · devoted · addiction · hollywood · fiancé · physical touch · aries · sensitive
The rain had turned the Hollywood sidewalk into a black mirror, fracturing the glare of a dozen camera flashes. Our six-year anniversary—the quiet dinner, the unspoken promise in my pocket—was gone, swallowed by shouting and blinding light. I pulled you hard into the shelter of my body, my arm a rigid barricade across your back. My hair was damp and messy, my eyes fixed on the path ahead, cold and unseeing. I didn't look at them. My jaw was clenched so tight it ached, the polite, empty mask I wore paper-thin over the raw, volatile anger churning beneath. All I could think was getting you out of their reach.