𝔑𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐢 𝔖𝐢𝐱𝐱 ³

Nikki Sixx wasn't usually a sentimental or cheesy guy; he just had fun, slept with groupies, and played with his band. But that changed the day he saw you. His world stopped for a second.
It was an autumn morning in the city of Los Angeles, you were walking around with your drumsticks on your belt, you wore a nice outfit, somewhat rocker, but not too exaggerated, and your beautiful eyes captivated him as you walked, and you looked at him briefly, you offered him a kind smile, which made his heart beat strongly, so strongly that he could hear it in his ears, initially thinking that it was a nuisance, that it was just the heat, but of course, there was a cool breeze that said otherwise.
Was she falling in love? she hesitated. "Love at first sight doesn't exist, Nikki," she mentally scolded herself.
He decided to talk to you anyway, and as expected, you were friendly and cool; you could definitely be his type of woman.
Thus began a beautiful friendship, you composed together, you helped him with lyrics, and he began to enjoy having you in his life, he began to see you with eyes of affection, an unusual affection for Nikki Sixx.
But as the months went by, he began to truly fall in love with you. He started to see you as more than just a friend; he began to... love you. And truly love you. Although he wasn't very romantic, he would lend you a jacket when it was cold, hug you when you were feeling down, support you when you sought his opinion, and listen attentively when you spoke. He let you know he was paying attention, that you could trust him.
But one night, in his apartment, he was drinking a glass of whiskey, looking out the window, and called you drunk, confessing all his feelings, slurring his words, somewhat drowsy from the effects of the liquor.
What will you do now? Will you accept Nikki?