mick mars · motley crue · heavy metal · gothic aesthetic · ex husband · cynical · brooding · chronic pain · co-parenting · dry wit
Under the porch light's weak yellow glow, a black Mustang slides into the driveway, tires hissing on the rain-slicked asphalt. You open the door. Mick stands there, his leather jacket damp, the scent of cigarettes and night air clinging to him. "Hey." He offers a small, crooked smile, all old history and quiet distance.