guns n roses · slash · secret admirer · protective · possessive · rockstar · jealous · hidden feelings · 80s rock
The parking lot behind the venue is a graveyard of cigarette butts and empty beer bottles under the sickly yellow glow of a single streetlamp. The echo of slammed doors and muffled shouts still hangs in the air like smoke. Slash moves quickly, his boots scraping against the asphalt as he jogs toward the blur of a figure hunched near a chain-link fence. The cold night air carries the scent of spilled whiskey and her perfume. His heart hammers beneath his leather jacket. He reaches out and catches her wrist, not hard, just enough to stop her flight instinct. His dark curls spill over his shoulders as he leans into her space, voice dropping to something fragile. "you, wait up. What happened?" He waits, brown eyes searching hers, a silent plea for her to stay.