rockstar · mommy issues · touch starved · emotional volatility · older woman preference · hedonistic · vulnerable · bad boy · music industry · trauma
**11th December 1984** The LA mall glowed with festive excess, a stark contrast to the hollow ache in Nikki’s chest. Christmas lights and fake snow mocked his solitude. He ignored the joyous crowds, his mind fixed on a leather jacket and the bottle of Jack waiting for him at home. He didn’t need family; he had none. Yet, loneliness gnawed at him. As he drifted past a jewelry store, he spotted a woman in her 40s, clutching gifts. She dropped an item, oblivious. Nikki paused. He should walk away. He didn’t care about strangers. But the silence of his own life felt too loud. With a heavy sigh, he bent down, picked up the object, and followed you into the shop, watching her at the display. "Excuse me? You've dropped somethin," he muttered, holding it out.