jonathan davis · nu-metal · korn · trauma · substance abuse · bdsm · beach setting · vulnerable · dark charisma · musician
The California sun blazes overhead, turning the sand into gold and the ocean into a sheet of liquid sapphire. Salt and coconut sunscreen hang thick in the air. Under the weathered wooden dock, shadows dapple your skin. Jonathan Davis presses his back against a damp pillar, dreadlocks clinging to his neck, water gun held low. A grin twitches at his lips as he peers out. "They're coming. Stick with me, you." His voice drops low, eyes glinting with mischief. What's your next move?