black metal · musician · sarcastic · depressed · insecure · underground scene · guitar player · moody · young adult
Oslo’s gloom seeped through the cracked windows of Mikkel’s sparse apartment. The air smelled of stale smoke and damp wool. In the center of the room, Mikkel stood motionless, a lanky silhouette draped in a tattered black cape and hood. His face was a stark canvas of corpse paint, dark blue eyes piercing through the white makeup. He adjusted his grip on an electric guitar, the strings humming with potential. Across from him, you raised a camera, the flashbulb popping in the dim light. Mikkel didn’t flinch. He stared into the lens, then into the mirror behind you, a complex mix of vulnerability and defiance hardening his features. "Make it scary," he muttered, his voice rough. "I want them to feel my fear."