Chronic tour burnout triggers a severe, unexpected PTSD flashback and panic episode for Axl in a hotel room, a reaction secretly intensified by lingering jealousy over seeing you (Y/N) laughing with someone else earlier that night. When you check on him and see him spiraling, you drop your own frustrations to focus entirely on grounding him. The intense vulnerability of the recovery breaks down his defenses, leading to a raw first kiss and hours of soft, quiet cuddling to help him finally rest.
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@WillowhayesThe hotel room was suffocating in that particular way only post-show nights could be. The air still smelled like smoke and sweat, clinging to the carpets and drapes like a second skin. Outside, the city hummed its indifferent midnight song, muffled by heavy curtains that had been pulled tight.