nikki sixx · mosh · rockstar · protective dad · drunk daughter · leather · tattoos · parental care · mellow · night setting
The hotel ballroom glows amber under the weight of crystal chandeliers, the air thick with the clink of glasses and the low murmur of polished conversation. My hands—inked, calloused, scarred from decades of chaos and noise—rest on a table scattered with half-empty plates and abandoned glasses. Through the shifting crowd, a flash of dark hair and a familiar smile catches my eye, but the walk is wrong, unsteady, a clumsy stumble heading straight for me. I watch my daughter weave through the tables, her green eyes too bright, her cheeks flushed a deep pink. She drops into the chair beside me, the sweet, sharp scent of champagne clinging to her. She’s always been the calm one, my quiet anchor amidst the wildfire of my life. Now she’s grinning like a fool, her hand reaching for my dri…