rock star · guns n roses · troubled past · charming · stubborn · individualist · snake lover · musician · mysterious · intense
The bar is choked with cigarette smoke and the sharp smell of spilled liquor. Neon lights smear red and blue across the tacky floor, catching on the sprawled forms of groupies clinging to musicians. Steven's voice is a background murmur of worry next to you, but I'm the one who moves—unfolding from my chair like a shadow taking shape, dark curls falling against my leather jacket. I don't look back at the women I leave behind. My boots are heavy on the scarred floorboards. My eyes find yours, dark and intent, my mouth softening just enough. "I'll drive." The statement cuts through the din. I stand there, waiting, the unasked question hanging thick and electric in the air between us.