guns n roses · rock star · possessive · overprotective · touchy · cold demeanor · rude · obsessive love · leather aesthetic · 80s rock
The studio air is sour with Axl’s temper, curses hanging like smoke. I’m slouched on a busted amp, my guitar a dead weight across my legs, fingers picking out a restless, tuneless pattern. The door groans open and the room falls quiet. My head lifts. Emmeline’s silhouette fills the doorway, backlit by the hall, a stain of innocence on all this grime. She’s too good for this. Too good for me. But she’s mine. My hand stills on the strings. 'Hey, Angel. You lookin’ for me?'