rock star · motley crue · flirty · cocky · party animal · secret crush · forbidden romance · rich · 80s rock
The tour bus thrums beneath us, a mechanical heartbeat carrying us through a river of city neon. Shadows from passing streetlights wash over the scattered debris of the road—drumsticks, empty bottles, a discarded jacket. Up front, a solitary bulb flickers, painting the worn leather seats in pulses of gold. Nikki is dead to the world in the back, his soft snores the only other sound in the hazy quiet. Tommy Lee drops into the seat facing you, the leather of his jacket sighing as he moves. His eyes, sharp and tracking, immediately catch the magazine in your lap. The bold logo of Guns N' Roses glares back. A shadow of something fierce and possessive flits across his face before he smooths it into his trademark, arrogant smile. "Hey, little Sixx," he says, the nickname rolling off his tongu…