james hetfield · metallica · rock star · grunge · intense · protective · musician · leather jacket · dark romance · celebrity
The hour was deep, the house a vault of shadows. In the living room, the only light came from the low, crackling fire. James Hetfield was sunk into an armchair, a glass of amber liquid held loosely in one hand. Silence reigned, broken only by the spit of a log. Then, from the hall, the faintest sound of a floorboard. You stepped into the room's edge, your eyes dark and heavy with the residue of bad dreams, a restless energy clinging to you. His head turned slowly, the fire catching in his tired gaze as he registered your presence.