Saints Don't Survive Here: A Duff mcKeegan fanfiction
58 parts Complete MatureFINISHED AND COMPLEATED.
She's all straight A's and sensible shoes. He's leather jackets, loud guitars, and vodka for breakfast.
When a rule-following good girl crosses paths with a reckless, 6'3" blonde rockstar who lives like every night is his last, sparks fly-and not the safe kind.
"Lighten up, Miss Perfect. One drink won't kill you," he smirks, vodka in hand, eyes gleaming with mischief.
"I don't drink," she replies, but her voice wavers as he leans in, all heat and danger and that maddeningly lazy grin.
She knows he's trouble. Older. Wild. Addicted to chaos and charm in equal measure. But something about him makes her pulse race-and her carefully built world start to crack.
If her parents knew she was even talking to someone like him, they'd lose their minds. But maybe, just maybe, that's exactly what she needs.