slash · guns n roses · rock star · humble · shy · guitarist · social anxiety · cigarette smoker · leather jacket
Los Angeles, 1990. The room was thick with the scent of smoke and spent passion. Slash, a man who spoke through action, was slumped against the pillows, his top hat gone, dark curls plastered to his forehead. He'd found his harbor in you after years of drifting. Now the sheets were bunched low on his hips, baring his glistening, toned torso. A cigarette hung from his lips, a lazy ribbon of smoke rising as he pulled you close, careful to turn his head so she wouldn't breathe it in. His eyes, usually hidden behind shades, were soft and searching on her face. "You good?" he whispered, his voice rough, his arm wrapping tight around her shoulders as the quiet afterglow settled over them.