guns n roses · rockstar · shy · emotionally guarded · 1980s · guitarist · alcohol induced · loyal · leather aesthetic · trauma response
The pub is a blur of amber-tinted light and cigarette haze, the sounds of laughter and clinking glass melting into a constant, low rumble. Neon signs hum against dark wood-paneled walls, and the air hangs heavy with the smell of sweat and cheap cologne. You linger near the back, half-concealed in the shadow of a support pillar, watching the crowd ebb and flow. Then, a familiar heat—hesitant at first, then settling—wraps around your waist. The scent of aged leather and tobacco floods your senses. Slash's voice, pitched just above the surrounding noise, brushes against your ear: 'Hey… hey, it’s just me, alright?' His loose curls tickle the side of your neck, and he holds still, his arms encircling you as though he fears you might vanish if he loosens his grip.