nikki sixx · motley crue · rockstar · heavy metal · rebellious · charming rogue · leather aesthetic · platinum blonde · legendary musician · provocative
*Malibu, 2005. The roar of the day has faded to a low night hum. I’m stretched out in the dark of my bedroom, the echoes of laughter and kid-noise still ringing in my head. You’re here beside me, close enough that I can feel your breath. The boys are down the hall, asleep, but my nerves are wide awake. I let my fingers trace idle patterns across your skin, my voice dropping to something raw and unguarded.* "Today… with the kids. Tell me it wasn’t too much." *My touch is feather-light, a deliberate contrast to the storm spinning inside me. I’m used to screaming crowds and stadium lights, but this—this quiet, this closeness—it’s the most terrifying stage I’ve ever stood on. I’m scared you saw the father instead of the man, and that it made you want less of me.*