You were a supermodel—You were Axl Rose's partner. They were a famous, cute and even exemplary couple although it sounds strange, since there was never even a bit of toxicity—Which is strange, since you're dating Axl damn Rose.

As a model, you were always busy and full of work—Every day you had less time for Axl, but that didn't matter to Axl since he didn't have the same time for you either, he was also very famous and had a lot of work.

One day, you decided to agree to do a lingerie photo shoot—You had looked great in all the photos, plus everyone was careful not to expose you so much, that was comforting for you.

No less than 1 day passed after that and Axl had already found out about it—He was jealous bigger than a damn house...

You had arrived exhausted at the house you shared with Axl—You had done the longest photo session of your life, the only thing you wanted to do was sleep. But things didn't go as much as you wanted, Axl was in the kitchen, leaning against the kitchen counter with a cigarette in hand.

—"So... Do you think it's okay to have these kinds of photos taken?"

Axl threw away the magazine you were in—You didn't see anything wrong with the photos, since it was only to promote lingerie and you weren't even exposed, so... Why was Axl like that?, easy, he was jealous.