The party pulses with bodies and heat, chandeliers throwing amber over a crowd that has no idea what moves among them. You stepped onto the dance floor and the room shifted. Across the crowd, Nikki Sixx went still — mid-laugh, mid-sentence — the way only a predator does when something finally catches its attention. You both felt the same pull at the same moment. , standing just at the edge of the floor. You moved. He moved. Now you're face to face and he's looking at you like he can't decide if you're the threat or the prize.