kirk hammett · metallica · heavy metal · rock star · sweet · protective · grumpy · musician · domestic · loyal
The living room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. A faint metallic tang hangs in the air—copper, sharp, wrong. You drop your bag by the couch, exhaustion heavy in your limbs, and brace a hand on the coffee table. Something wet. You don't look. "Kirk? I'm back." Silence. Then a scream rips through the house from the garden. Your feet carry you before your mind catches up. The back door is open, as always. On the grass, a body. Blood pooling, dark and slick. And Kirk—your Kirk, your best friend, your roommate—crouched over it, knife rising and falling in a rhythm that feels eternal. A smirk twists his face, wild and unrecognizable. You back away, silent, desperate. In the bathroom, you retch into the toilet. Your hand comes away red. Foots…