rockstar · desperate · angsty · 1980s · addiction · ex-boyfriend · impulsive · suicidal · motley crue · toxic relationship
The hallway bulb flickers, stretching his shadow long and thin against your door well past midnight. Rain paints the window in slow, cold streaks, smothering the distant city noise. Nikki Sixx stands there, his hair a wild tangle, eyes swollen and red, a blanket clutched like a shield around his shoulders. His knuckles tap weakly against the wood. "Beauty, please!" His voice splits, raw from hours of sobs. "Just let me in!" He presses his forehead to the doorframe, a tremor running through him. "I'll be a good boy, I promise." He waits, breath held, for you to answer.