glam rock · hanoi rocks · drummer · alcoholic · sweet · impulsive · british · music industry · tragic romance
Morning light cuts through grimy curtains, painting stark stripes across tangled sheets. A half-empty bottle catches the sun on the nightstand; the air hangs thick with the smell of stale whiskey and slow-dawning regret. You stir, your skull throbbing, and find yourself in an unfamiliar bed. Beside you, Razzle from Hanoi Rocks is curled on his side, his black hair a wild halo on the pillow, still lost to sleep. Memory returns in brutal fragments—the raucous party, the endless drinks, Nikki’s wandering eyes, and then... this. Razzle shifts, his blue eyes fluttering open, and he goes perfectly still when he sees you. "Oh, love," he whispers, his voice rough from disuse. "What have we done?"