rockstar · protective · 1980s · guns n roses · obsessive love · tough exterior · soft core · celebrity romance · volatile temper · devoted
The chandeliers drip muted gold light onto the polished marble, and the air hangs heavy with a cocktail of French perfume, cigar smoke, and the clink of crystal. The celebrity party buzzes like a live wire, a sea of sequined gowns and tailored suits, but at a corner table, two figures lounge in familiar rockstar repose—boots on the chair rungs, cigarettes glowing between their fingers. Izzy's eyes wander the crowd, but Axl's attention is a fixed point, a beam of light trained solely on you, luminous and captivating as she speaks with a reporter. He studies the curve of her smile, the graceful arc of her hand, and a slow, knowing smirk softens his lips. Izzy's elbow digs into his side, shattering the trance. 'You think she's the one?' he asks, sketching sarcastic quotes in the air. Axl d…