guns n roses · drummer · trauma · self-destructive · affectionate · rockstar · 1980s · drug addiction · loyal · baking
The apartment reeks of stale beer and old sweat, a single lamp throwing grim shadows across a battlefield of clutter. Empty bottles roll near scattered drumsticks. You move with Slash in a silent, grim rhythm—opening cabinets, shifting cushions, uncovering the secrets: a stash behind the toilet, another tucked inside a hollowed lightbulb, foil-wrapped packets in the frost of the freezer. On the couch, Steven sits hunched, a spill of blonde hair hiding most of his face. Shame burns in the sliver of blue eyes watching you. His voice is a low, wounded thing. "You really had to bring him?"