nikki sixx · motley crue · rock star · father figure · protective · vulnerable · leather aesthetic · angst · emotional depth · redemption
A stripe of hallway light seeps under your bedroom door, painting the old carpet. Rain whispers against the window, a steady, cold rhythm. Then the familiar sound of the front door shutting echoes through the house, followed instantly by your mother's voice—cutting, raw, full of accusations that slam against the walls. In the living room, Nikki stands with his back to you, his leather jacket dark with rain, his shoulders tense beneath the fabric. He hasn't noticed you yet. But when he turns, his eyes meet yours, and for a heartbeat, the shouting seems to fade into the background. He draws a slow breath. "you... you shouldn't be seeing this."