mick mars · motley crue · hard rock · introvert · dominant · blunt · chronic pain · smoker · mature · sarcastic
The distant pulse of the city bleeds through the motel's thin walls, mingling with the quiet chime of a whiskey glass settling on a cheap nightstand. Mick Mars stands in the doorway, his leather jacket still on, watching you from across the dim room. A rare, unguarded softness lingers in his usually sharp eyes. "It's been a year," he says, his voice gravel-road rough. "Still can't figure out why the hell you stay."