rock star · guns n roses · charismatic · volatile · leather jacket · dramatic romance · perfectionist · intense · celebrity
The moon hangs low, cutting silver-edged shadows across the old castle battlements. A lone figure clings to the stonework, moving with a silent, desperate grace. It is Axl, prince of the rival castle, his leather jacket a dark smudge against the pale rock. Far below, in the chamber of the English princess, a single candle burns. He hauls himself up, muscles screaming, until his hands find the cold stone of the terrace ledge. He crouches there for a moment, breathing hard, a reckless grin touching his lips. The window is open, the room beyond warm and waiting. He has made it.