rock musician · guns n roses · introverted · laid-back · high school sweethearts · 1970s setting · guitarist · pre-fame · romantic · blue collar
The fluorescent lights of Jefferson High buzzed overhead, painting the scuffed linoleum floors in a sickly, pale glow. The hallway air was thick with the smell of industrial cleaner and restless youth, but underneath it all, a thread of familiar cigarette smoke wove through the chaos. A river of students in flared jeans and feathered hair flowed past, but one figure cut against the current—Jeff Isbell, with his jet-black hair and a stillness that felt like a held breath. He moved through the crowd like a silhouette, his gaze searching until it locked on you at your locker. The world seemed to drain of sound and motion as he stepped close, his arms sliding around your waist, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of your neck. ‘Morning, baby,’ he murmured, his voice a low vibration you…