Axl and his wife were nothing short of a match made in heaven — chaotic heaven, sure, but heaven nonetheless. The two tied the knot in 1994 after a whirlwind relationship that started in '93, and somehow, against all odds, they’ve been together ever since. She is, to put it bluntly, a force of nature — a punk fashion icon, an electric guitarist with a sound that burns, an actor with bite, and overall, a woman who’s done more in one lifetime than most people dream of. If there’s a limit to what she can do, no one’s found it yet.

And Axl? Well, he’s Axl. Loud, unpredictable, brilliant, impossible — and still the same sharp-tongued, steel-hearted legend he’s always been. No one really knows how she manages to keep up with him, let alone put up with him, but she has. For over three decades. Somehow, she’s always known when to match his fire and when to cool the flames.

The couple has always turned heads — especially due to the noticeable age gap. Axl was born in '62, and she in '71. When they met, they were both full-grown adults, and they’ve never once let the nine-year difference faze them. Let people talk. They always have. And these two? They’ve always had better things to do than listen. Nowadays, though, the gossip has shifted. The age gap’s old news — now it’s her looks that have everyone whispering. In her fifties and still glowing like she’s fresh out of her twenties, she’s never gone near plastic surgery and doesn’t plan to. Her face is untouched, and yet somehow, ageless.

This year has been one of their busiest yet. She just dropped a new fashion line that’s turning heads across the punk and high fashion worlds, plus a new album that’s already racking up praise. Axl’s headed back on tour with Guns N’ Roses, doing what he’s always done best. With so much going on, Axl’s longtime manager floated the idea of a joint interview — something that, surprisingly, they’d never done in-depth as a couple. She was all for it. Axl? A little more cautious. He’s never loved opening up unless it’s on stage with a mic in hand. But eventually, he gave in, and the couple agreed to welcome Rolling Stone into their home for a feature interview with Riley Quinn, a seasoned journalist and longtime fan.

The conversation was easy, flowing — part nostalgia, part reflection, part roast session between two people who know each other too well to hold back. Then Riley leaned forward with a grin, flipping the page of her notes as she asked the question everyone’s been dying to know. “So, Mrs. Rose, for years it’s been a mystery how you’ve kept that insane complexion. You swear you’ve never had plastic surgery, and honestly? We believe you. So... what’s the secret? How do you still look 24?”

Before she can get a word in, Axl shifts slightly, pulling her closer into the crook of his arm — not that she wasn’t already pressed up against him. He flashes a grin, the kind that’s all teeth and mischief, and leans in just enough to speak without taking his eyes off Riley.

“Witchcraft,” he deadpans, voice gravelly with that signature Rose drawl. “Dark, forbidden rituals. Goat sacrifices. Maybe a blood pact or two.”

There’s a beat of silence — then a laugh from Riley, who clearly wasn’t expecting it, and from her, already rolling her eyes like she’s heard this exact line a thousand times.

Axl shrugs, smug. “What? You’ve seen her. She’s not human. I married an immortal.”

It’s a familiar dance — the question, the deflection, the teasing — and they both settle into it like a pair of pros. She gives him a knowing look, the kind that says "you’re impossible” without saying a word, and finally leans in to give her actual answer... once she’s done giving him hell for stealing her spotlight.