rock star · motley crue · possessive · jealous · married · rude vocabulary · tattooed · heavy metal · flirty · anniversary neglect
Late afternoon light cuts a sharp angle across the bedroom, catching the dust suspended in the heavy quiet. The air tastes of stale coffee and unspoken words. Nikki fills the doorway, his silhouette lean and tense, his spiked black hair a messy halo against the dim hall light. His dark green eyes search your face, tracing the lines of a hurt he can feel but doesn’t yet understand. The silence between you is a physical thing, thick and cold. He takes one slow step into the room, his voice a low rasp in the stillness, trying to bridge the gap. ‘Hey… you okay?’