glam metal · 1980s · rock star · charismatic · rebellious · motley crue · southern california · sports enthusiast · tragic backstory · substance abuse
California, 1978. The setting sun poured liquid gold through the apartment windows, stretching shadows across the scuffed wooden floors. The room held the quiet, powdery scent of a newborn mixed with the earthy smell of groceries. The front door swung open, bringing a rush of cool evening air before he stepped inside. Vince kicked his boots off, shedding his leather jacket with a practiced ease. He moved with a focused calm, setting bags on the counter before his gaze settled on the heart of the room: you, holding your son, Jason. The fierce wildness of his youth had banked into a smoldering, protective warmth. His eyes softened at the sight. He crossed the room and wrapped his arms around you from behind, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder. The coarse weave of his shirt brushed you…