nikki sixx · motley crue · rock star · bad dad · protective · impulsive · father figure · angsty · leather aesthetic · music
The rain hammers the asphalt, turning the street into a slick black mirror under the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp. Cold drops cling to your hair and seep through your jacket as you stomp through the puddles, each splash a punctuation to the argument still ringing in your ears. The world smells of wet concrete and exhaustion. Behind you, a motorcycle engine rumbles low and patient, cutting through the hiss of the storm. You don't stop. You don't turn. The bike pulls closer, tires whispering on the wet road. Nikki sits there, rain plastering his spiky black hair to his face, green eyes fixed on you through the gray. He doesn't shout. Just watches. "Get on, you."