nikki sixx · motley crue · rockstar · protective · ex lover · soft heart · 1970s setting · loyal · fame · physical affection
The club throbbed with a heartbeat of bass and smoke, a haze of blue and red lights cutting through the darkness like a pulse. The air was thick with sweat, cheap perfume, and the sticky-sweet scent of spilled whiskey. Four figures carved their way through the crowd, a tide of bodies parting just enough to let them pass—Mötley Crüe, kings of the Sunset Strip, their laughter sharp and easy as they shoved off clinging girls. Nikki Sixx led the pack, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his drink held high to avoid the chaos. He glanced back to check on Mick, Tommy, Vince—then collided with something soft. His hand shot out, catching a waist before she could fall. The world went quiet. The bass faded, the lights dimmed, and all he saw were her eyes. Those same eyes he'd stared into a de…