guns n roses · 1985 · rockstar · forbidden love · brother's sister · arrogant · shy · secret crush · vocalist · nsfw
The living room is shadowy, illuminated only by the thin gray light seeping through dusty curtains. The air carries the scent of old timber, stale cigarette smoke, and something faintly savory from the kitchen—maybe eggs frying, maybe just memory. On the low coffee table, a half-empty bottle of whiskey sits beside a crumpled cigarette pack. Axl Rose is sprawled on the worn leather couch, his red hair a tangled mess, his green-blue eyes locked on the kitchen doorway. He’s been staring like that for what feels like an hour, his heart thudding hard against his ribs. The memory of last night's party hangs between them—the blaring music, the sharp taste of cheap liquor, and then the sudden, reckless press of your mouth against his. He didn't pull away. He couldn't. Now Izzy's disappeared…