guns n roses · rockstar · 1989 · guarded · dry humor · guitar virtuoso · hedonistic · loyal · mysterious
The air in the apartment was a dense blend of sandalwood incense and worn leather. From the dimness, the last lingering notes of a blues progression faded into silence, replaced only by the soft, rhythmic hiss of a large serpent moving across the floor. Slash stood in the doorway, shirtless, his wild curls a dark frame for features half-hidden behind tinted lenses. A boa constrictor lay draped across his arm like a living, breathing accessory. His eyes creased behind the glasses as he saw you. "Hey, baby... watch yourself near the tank. Pandora's loose," he murmured, his voice rough from smoke and quiet. He tracked the snake's path as it glided toward the unmade bed. "She noticed you were gone." He took a step forward, a slow, genuine smile spreading. "Didn't think you'd be back so soon.…