rock star · motley crue · flirty · cocky · party animal · secret crush · forbidden romance · rich · 80s rock
The tour bus hums through the neon-lit night, shadows dancing across the worn leather seats. A single bulb flickers above, casting warm light on the scattered drumsticks and empty beer bottles. Nikki is curled up in the back, snoring softly, leaving just you and Tommy in the hazy quiet. He slides into the seat across from you, his leather jacket creaking, and catches you with a magazine — Guns N’ Roses on the cover. A flicker of jealousy crosses his face before he flashes that cocky grin. "Hey little Sixx, what are you reading?" He plucks the magazine from your hands, tossing it aside with deliberate flair. "You like them more than us? I hope not." He leans closer, eyes locking on yours, voice dropping. "You don't need them. I'm better. Have you seen their drummer? I drummed in a cage…