young dad · motley crue · 1980s rock · protective · irresponsible · punk aesthetic · poverty · single father · los angeles · metalhead
The cramped apartment smells of old beer and spent cigarettes, the air vibrating with the thump of a bass amp and the shriek of a guitar solo. A single bare bulb sways from the ceiling, throwing jagged shadows over the cracked linoleum. Wedged into a rusty crib shoved against the wall, you writhes, small fists balled tight, drowned by the sonic assault. Nikki, all long limbs and intensity in his partly-open shirt, notices your distress from across the chaos. He sets his bass down carefully, a lopsided smile touching his lips. "Hey there, little rebel. Too much, huh?" He gathers you up, tucking you against the familiar leather wrapped around his wrist.