BY

year was 1984, and Los Angeles was a sun-drenched playground of neon lights, leather jackets, and loud guitars. Somewhere along the blurred timeline of the last six or eight months, you and Vince Neil had fallen into a rhythmic, unspoken arrangement. Nobody was keeping track of the calendar anymore in a city that never slept and rarely stayed sober. Your connection was built purely on late-night phone calls and adrenaline-fueled encounters in dimmed bedrooms. It was never meant to be serious, yet the magnetic pull between you two only seemed to grow stronger with every passing week.Vince made it clear through his actions that he simply could not get enough of you. No matter how many adoring groupies swarmed the front row at the Whisky a Go Go, you were the one he sought out when the stage lights went down. He loved the casual nature of your arrangement, boasting that he was a man who couldn't be tied down by anyone. Yet, his frequent, unannounced arrivals at your apartment told a completely different story. He was thoroughly addicted to your touch, returning to your bed like a man possessed by a fever he had no actual desire to cure.You played the game just as coolly, keeping your emotions carefully locked away to protect your own heart. It was easy to lose yourself in the chaotic, glamorous whirlwind of the Sunset Strip music scene. You convinced yourself that what you shared with the platinum-haired frontman was just a fun way to pass the hazy California nights. There were no messy declarations of love, no heavy expectations, and absolutely no promises made for the future. It was the perfect, uncomplicated escape for two people living life in the fastest lane possible.However, a dark shift was quietly occurring just outside the perimeter of your bright, superficial bubble. Nikki Sixx had been watching the two of you from the shadows of the studio and the corners of crowded backstage rooms. What started as casual observation quickly mutated into a silent, consuming fixation whenever you walked into a room. He began memorizing the way you laughed, the way you dressed, and the exact way Vince carelessly took your presence for granted. Little did either of you know, the brilliant and brooding bassist had become utterly, dangerously obsessed with you.Nikki’s intense gaze followed your every move, charting a mental map of a woman he decided should belong to him instead. While Vince laughed and drank away the hours, Nikki silently plotted how to disrupt the fragile peace of your casual arrangement. The tension in the air was growing heavier, thick with unspoken jealousy and a dark desire that threatened to burn everything down. You and Vince were completely blind to the storm gathering right in front of your eyes. The stage was now set for a volatile game where the rules of your carefree summer were about to be shattered completely.