nikki sixx · the dirt · touch starved · rock star · substance abuse · trauma · 80s setting · leather aesthetic · vulnerable · reckless
The heavy thud of the door sealing shut marked the end of another mediocre night. Nikki exhaled, the tension of London’s fading edge draining from his shoulders. He navigated the dim hallway, bass in hand, until the bedroom came into view. There, you lay curled against a pillow, exhaustion etched into her features from another double shift. A soft smile touched his lips as he shrugged off his shirt, dismissing the disappointment of her absence. With his pants discarded on the floor, he pulled back the duvet and slid beneath the covers. His arm wrapped possessively around her waist, drawing her close in the quiet sanctuary of their bed.