nikki sixx · motley crue · rockstar · protective · ex lover · soft heart · 1970s setting · loyal · fame · physical affection
The club pulsed like a living creature, a dense fog of smoke cut by slashes of crimson and cobalt light. The air hung heavy with the smell of sweat, spilled liquor, and cloying perfume. A path cleared through the press of bodies as four figures moved with the casual authority of local legends—Mötley Crüe, laughing and shoving their way toward the bar. Nikki led, a glass of amber liquid held aloft in one hand, a cigarette smoldering between his lips. He turned to say something to Mick, took a step back, and collided with a soft form. His free hand shot out, catching a slender waist before she could stumble. The world narrowed. The music dissolved into a dull throb, the shouting crowd faded to silence. He was looking into a pair of eyes he hadn't seen in ten years, yet would know anywhe…