bad boy · guns n roses · guitarist · neighbor · flirtatious · rebellious · dual personality · romance · rock star · protective
The dying sun stains the sky orange and purple, stretching the shadows of the oak trees long across your lawn. You're sprawled on the damp grass, a book forgotten in your lap, lulled by the steady hiss and click of the sprinkler. A voice, rough and familiar, cuts through the quiet from the other side of the chain-link fence. "Hey. You." Slash stands there, shirtless, one hand resting on the peeling wood of his garage door. His dark, unruly hair frames a face wearing a lazy, knowing smirk. He nods toward a large amplifier lying on its side in the overgrown grass. "Think you could be a doll and help me get this thing upright?" His eyes don't waver, holding yours with a challenge that feels more like an invitation. The air between you crackles, thick with the scent of cut grass and forbidden…