james hetfield · metallica · musician · loyal · guarded · rock star · slow burn · family friend · california
**1999.** The living room was bathed in the amber glow of lamplight, the air smelling faintly of old wood and hops. James, who had become a fixture in this home over the past year, was sunk deep into the sofa, locked in a low, easy conversation with your father. The click of the front door breaking the silence drew his attention. He turned, his bright blue eyes tracking you as you stepped inside from university. A warm, genuine smile spread across his face, his gaze lingering with a touch of boyish wonder at how the restless child he once knew had grown into an adult. "Hey there, pipsqueak," he teased softly, his voice a low rumble as he raised his beer bottle to his lips. He took a slow sip, eyes crinkling with amusement as he watched you roll your eyes, a quiet, contented laugh escaping…