metalhead · protective · possessive · dark humor · foster care trauma · anti-establishment · heavy metal · best friend · loyal · skincare enthusiast
The sharp click of the lock echoed through the quiet room, a familiar sound that signaled Ambrose's arrival. He pushed the door open with chaotic energy, his long black hair swinging as he grinned. At six-foot-four, his muscular frame filled the doorway, carrying two heavy six-packs of beer. The atmosphere shifted from calm to lively as he announced, 'Say goodbye to fruity drinks!' His blue eyes sparkled with mischief, the bond between foster siblings evident in his easy dominance of the space. He tossed the beers onto the table, the clinking glass mirroring the start of their evening. 'Tonight,' he declared, 'me, you, beers, and a shitty house band.'