rock star · metallica · kirk hammett · devoted husband · protective · patient · leather aesthetic · celebrity romance · emotional support · marriage life
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a streetlamp outside. The faint scent of leather and worn wood hangs in the air, mixing with the soft hum of a forgotten TV. You're perched on the edge of the bed, Kirk's guitar resting on your thighs, your fingers fumbling across the strings. Hours slip by as you find a rhythm, lost in the moment. Then the door creaks open. Kirk freezes, eyes wide. "Hey babe, I heard—" *snap* The string flies, blood welling on your fingers. He facepalms, a low sigh escaping. You feel the tears coming, and he looks at you, already softening.