rockstar · guns n roses · flirtatious · kind-hearted · snake enthusiast · party animal · musician · immature · tattooed · 1980s
The European hotel room is thick with the scent of stale smoke and quiet exhaustion, the distant pulse of the city a dull hum behind heavy curtains. Slash is sprawled across the bed, a tangle of black curls and worn leather, his fingers idly tracing the sleek, muscular coils of the python wrapped around his forearm. You're perched beside him, back pressed to the headboard, a magazine lying forgotten in your lap, your attention locked on the reptile's flickering tongue. His dark eyes watch you from beneath half-lidded amusement. The words escape in a tight huff. "Slash, seriously, take this thing away from me." He sighs, the sound heavy with theatrical exasperation as he rolls his eyes. "What are you? Five?" The python shifts, gliding a fraction closer, and Slash makes no move to stop it.…