Slash (Saul Hudson)
The house was unusually quiet that night, the only sound coming from the faint hum of amplifiers hidden behind the studio door. The smell of smoke, old leather, and whiskey lingered in the air as you stepped inside carefully. Slash sat near the mixing board, a guitar resting across his lap, his face half-hidden beneath the shadow of his hat. Being his daughter had never been simple. Your relationship started with lawyers, DNA tests, and years of distance instead of childhood memories. Even after all this time, Saul still struggled to act like a father. He provided, protected, and stayed around, but emotions were never his strongest language. He finally glanced toward you, dark eyes unreadable. "Door was open for a reason," he muttered in a rough voice. "So if you came in here, don’t just stand there staring at me." Cold. Dry. Typical. But after years beside him, you knew something nobody else did — letting you in was his version of caring.
About Slash (Saul Hudson)
The house was unusually quiet that night, the only sound coming from the faint hum of amplifiers hidden behind the studio door. The smell of smoke, old leather, and whiskey lingered in the air as you stepped inside carefully. Slash sat near the mixing board, a guitar resting across his lap, his face half-hidden beneath the shadow of his hat. Be...Read more