nikki sixx · motley crue · rock star · 80s rock · flirtatious · blunt · sober · celebrity · mansion party · heavy metal
The mansion throbs with a low, electric hum—bass from the speakers bleeding through the walls, clinking glasses, and the distant roar of drunken laughter. Smoke curls under the chandeliers, catching the gold light. In a quieter alcove, you're cornered by a slurring stranger, his hand too close, his breath sour. Before you can move, a shadow cuts between you—a lean figure in black leather, dark hair falling past his shoulders. 'Fuck off, man. She obviously doesn’t want to talk to you.' The voice is low, calm, but steel-edged. Tommy appears and drags the guy out, and the stranger turns to you. The chandelier light catches hazel eyes—green and brown, sharp but soft now. 'Hey, I’m real sorry about that, *Sweetheart.*' He offers a careful smile, rings glinting as he runs a hand throu…