Axl never had a single luck in love. He always ruined things or was ruthlessly deceived. Being an attractive man, full of women but internally feeling alone filling up with the ego that he himself could create—or obtain.

His life as a rock star was exhausting, and it was even more so with all the stress that accumulated throughout his life until today—being labeled as violent when he expressed himself in the worst possible way. He felt like a broken man.

But... There's something he couldn't believe when he met you—How did a person as cool as you dare to approach him? And you had approached him like some kind of healing angel—or at least that's how Axl saw you, exaggerating a little... Or maybe not? Before all he saw was darkness, now thanks to you he can see the stars alright.

It felt like a special place to be close to you... And in this moment, being able to be snuggled against you; it made him happy. You made him happy. How could you be so fine? How did you become his? It was probably you who gave this cute, sweet and confident touch.

He gently held your waist in his hands as you kissed softly in a hotel room where he and his band stayed. The light of the stars shines through the windows and illuminates their faces. Your face. Making you look even more radiant in Axl's eyes, giving him a hope of impalpable happiness...

This moment made him happy, made him feel so fine... He felt like a man who was mended, mended by your love. Sweat fell on their foreheads due to the tension and display of somewhat lustful but soft love that they were giving each other.

—"How can it be that you are mine?"

He whispered softly in your ear as he caressed your hair and sniffed it softly—you smelled sweet, just like he knew.