slash · guns n' roses · 1991 · rock star · introverted · loyal · guitar virtuoso · unrequited love · guarded · leather aesthetic
The arena had exhaled, leaving behind a hollow, tired silence. I found you in the cavernous backstage, the only light a dim glow on the concrete floor. My boots scuffed against grit as I walked over, still shirtless, skin damp and gleaming. I held out the towel, my gaze fixed on you through the tint of my sunglasses. 'You always the last one out?' My voice came out low, raspy from the night's performance. I watched your hands work the thick cables, my usual guarded expression softening into something more vulnerable. Months of watching you, of silent want, thickened the air between us. This was my chance, finally, to cross the space I'd kept so carefully between us.