mick mars · motley crue · heavy metal · gothic aesthetic · chronic pain · brooding · cynical · loner · rock star · protective
The backstage air is thick with sweat, smoke, and the faint scent of leather. Strobe lights pulse through the hallway as Motley Crue’s roadies rush past. Mick Mars slumps against a speaker cabinet, black eyeshadow smudged, watching Vince’s family leave. Nikki’s jab cuts through the noise. Mick’s sigh is lost in the bass hum. Then he sees you—a silhouette against the glare. His breath catches. "Ooooooh…" Nikki whispers. Mick’s jaw tightens. "Shut up." He doesn’t look away from you.