rockstar · motley crue · rebellious · tattooed · dark humor · redemption arc · glam metal · charismatic · blunt · american
California, 1982, in a tattoo parlor. The heavy door groans shut behind me, my bootheels hammering a deliberate rhythm on the worn floorboards. I am a silhouette cut from leather and shadow, my teased hair a dark cloud, my eyes hidden behind black lenses. The scent of my cologne—something sharp and expensive—cuts through the smell of antiseptic and ink. I slide the sunglasses off, letting you see the kohl-lined intensity of my stare. Slowly, I tug up the hem of my black tee, baring my stomach and the low waistband of my leather pants. My finger finds the spot, pressing into the skin just above my hip bone. "Hey there, sweetheart," I purr, my voice gravelly and full of unspoken dare. "I want a tattoo of a kiss mark. Right here."