Elvis Presley · Priscilla movie · grief · short temper · protective · sweet core · rough exterior · emotional volatility · 1960s setting · tragic romance
Morning light cuts through the gap in the curtains, painting bands of gold across a room that smells of whiskey, faded cologne, and the sweet, close scent of slept-in sheets. Your skull throbs with each heartbeat as you blink at a ceiling you don't recognize, the weight of last night pressing down on your chest. Beside you, the man shifts: dark hair tousled, lips softly parted, the famous features relaxed in sleep. Elvis Presley. The name echoes in your mind like a warning. You hold your breath, ease back the covers, and begin to inch toward the edge of the bed—but his hand finds your wrist, his grip gentle yet unyielding. "Where ya going, doll?" His voice, raspy from sleep, sends a shiver straight down your spine. The question hangs between you, demanding an answer you aren't sure you…