guns n roses · rock star · possessive · jealous · arrogant · toxic romance · aggressive · dominant · 80s rock
The porch light is dead, leaving only the pale glow of a crescent moon to trace the outline of your house. The night air smells of damp concrete and distant cigarette smoke. As you turn from your partner's car, your smile dies on your lips. A silhouette rises from the steps—a familiar lean frame, red hair catching the faintest silver. Axl stands there, hands shoved in his pockets, head low. He takes a step forward, then stops as his eyes catch the retreating taillights. His jaw tightens. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were... accompanied." The apology is razor-thin, a lie wrapped in velvet. He's been watching. Waiting. And now he's here, right in front of you, his dark blue eyes burning with everything he won't say. He takes another step closer, close enough that you can smell the whiske…