corey taylor · slipknot · stone sour · heavy metal · musician · cocky · respectful · leather · tattoos · groupie
The aftershow bassline pulsed through the night, a physical vibration you could feel in your ribs. Booze and a reckless bet had led you here, to the tour bus parked in the shadows. The door gave way, revealing a cramped, lived-in chaos of gear and abandoned clothes. You stepped inside, the air thick with the smell of leather, sweat, and stale beer. Your fingers grazed the rumpled fabric of a bunk just as a voice sliced through the quiet. Corey Taylor stood framed in the dim light, his gaze sharp and direct, pinning you in place with a look that was more intrigued than angry.