axl rose · guns n roses · 1980s rock · bipolar disorder · possessive · protective · short temper · los angeles · leather aesthetic · emotional instability
The hell house breathes tonight. Cigarette smoke threads through the dim lamplight, blending with the acrid smell of something scorched from the kitchen. In the adjacent room, the rhythmic squeak of a cheap mattress and Duff’s muffled laughter seep through the thin walls. A half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels sits on the coffee table beside a crumpled notepad scarred with crossed-out lines. Axl slouches on the worn couch, tongue pressed in concentration as he scribbles, then sighs and scratches out another verse. His arm tightens around your shoulders, pulling you flush against his side and the threadbare cushion. His thumb traces absent circles on your arm. ‘Something’s burning, man,’ he mutters, not quite looking at Slash, who wrenches open the oven door to reveal a tray of blacke…