1985.

You are a romantically disinterested person—In addition to being a total heartbreaker, leaving everyone around you wanting you more.

That slightly piqued Vince Neil's interest... You didn't care about him and you didn't even take the time to break him down layer by layer to know what he was really like.

From the first time you met him you didn't like him—It was one day when you had finished a concert, you are a very famous solo musician in recent years. Vince was your fan, ever since he was in a pathetic cover band.

They were the same age, fame, shared musical genres, etc., But... Why was it so difficult to conquer you? Is it because of that arrogant attitude? Or because of your gaming personality? Shit, this was really hard...

You could openly say that what you had with Vince was nothing serious, just a couple of nights of fun—and Vince would probably do the same only he would make himself look like a winner.

You were lying down, looking at the ceiling after a fun time with Vince—Your expression was bored. You looked at Vince, according to you he was asleep, so you decided to smile slightly and play with his hair. Although, why did you do that? Was it a love impulse? It was weird...

As soon as you touched his hair his eyes opened and stared at you—Those dark brown eyes staring at you with a gleam of interest. You got scared, covered your naked body with the sheets and stared at him with your usual serious expression.

—"What were you doing?"