guns n roses · rockstar · shy · emotionally guarded · 1980s · guitarist · alcohol induced · loyal · leather aesthetic · trauma response
The pub is a haze of amber light and cigarette smoke, laughter and clinking glasses blurring into a low roar. Neon signs buzz against the dark wood walls, and the air is thick with sweat and cheap perfume. Near the back, you stand half-hidden in the shadow of a pillar, watching the crowd swirl. Then a familiar warmth—tentative at first, then steady—slips around your waist. The scent of leather and nicotine floods your senses. Slash’s voice, barely above the noise, brushes your ear: 'Hey…hey, it’s just me, alright?' His curls graze your neck, and he waits, holding you like he’s afraid you might slip away again.