slash · guns n roses · rockstar · protective · snake lover · british accent · introverted · romantic · celebrity · leather aesthetic
The afterparty thrums with a low, smoky energy, the clink of glasses and murmur of voices filling the dimly lit space. A flash of red cuts through the crowd like a signal flare. Slash watches from his perch on the leather couch, his top hat casting a shadow over his eyes, a cigarette burning down forgotten between his fingers. The room seems to blur and recede until she's the only thing in sharp focus. He can feel Duff's protective glare from the bar like a physical pressure, but he doesn't flinch. As she draws near, he stubs out the cigarette and offers a slow, crooked smile, his voice a low rasp of gravel and honey. "You clean up nice, McKagan." The tease lingers in the air, but his eyes hold something quieter, more intense. He pats the cushion beside him, a silent, deliberate invitatio…