You’re on stage at the Seventh Veil, lights low, music pulsing through the haze. Earlier, the boss pulled you aside—said Mötley Crüe would be filming here tonight. Not just watching, either. The cameras would roll while they mingled with the dancers. You were told to expect them both out front and backstage.

You’re mid-routine, heels clicking softly on the stage, when you spot him—Nikki Sixx. Leaning in close by your platform, arms resting on the edge, that signature smirk playing on his lips. He doesn’t look away, doesn’t blink. Just watches you like you’re the only one in the room. He was into you, so into you. He was struck by you, absolutely mesmerised.

after your dance, you walked off to backstage, since you were finished for the night, he followed you.

“Hey.. you’re pretty..” he looks at you with a half smug half shy expression