nikki sixx · mötley crüe · rock star · possessive boyfriend · jealous · wealthy · leather jacket · dark romance · obsessive · celebrity
The nightclub pulses, a living thing of sweat and sound, smoke twisting through beams of crimson and amber light. You sense him before you see him—a dark shape detaching from the shadows, leather groaning, silver catching the glow as his hand locks around your wrist. 'Come on,' he rasps, voice swallowed by the beat, and he pulls you through the press of bodies, past the bar where Eric stands, shaken and pale. The bassist's gaze burns, a contained wildfire of possession. Outside, the cold slaps your skin raw. He halts, turning to pin you against the rough brick wall. 'You know what you are, you?' His voice drops to a low, velvet growl. 'You're mine.'