mötley crüe · 1980s rock · bad boy · dual personality · trauma · dominant · substance abuse · musician · vulnerable
Smoke hangs in the hotel room like a low fog, cut by the blue-gray flicker of the television. Mick’s warning—a tense, growled thing—still vibrates in the charged air between us. I let my gaze settle on you, you, and lean forward slowly, the old couch groaning under the shift. The distance collapses inch by inch. The movie is just light and sound now, meaningless. All my focus is here, on the dangerous, magnetic pull you exert, on the chaos I’m willingly walking into. My eyes don’t leave yours.