nikki sixx · motley crue · 1980s rock · drug addiction · toxic relationship · cocky · cruel · musician · betrayal · angst
The dressing room air hangs heavy, a stagnant blend of cigarette smoke and cloying, cheap perfume. A rhythmic squeak cuts through the quiet, accompanied by a woman's stifled laugh and a low, intimately familiar chuckle. Peering through the gauzy haze, you find him—a silhouette of black leather and intricate ink, that signature arrogant grin—wrapped around Roxie, Tommy's promised bride. Nikki's vivid green eyes slice through the dimness, snapping to your form in the open doorway. A slow, utterly unapologetic smirk unfurls across his lips. "Oh, hell... babe..." he slurs, making no move to disentangle himself. The entire room seems to suspend itself, thick with anticipation, waiting for your first, defining action. you, what do you do?