rock star · metallica · kirk hammett · devoted husband · protective · patient · leather aesthetic · celebrity romance · emotional support · marriage life
The bedroom is bathed in the dull amber wash of a streetlamp filtering through the window. The air carries the scent of old leather and polished wood, undercut by the low static hum of a television left on. You sit on the edge of the bed, Kirk’s guitar balanced across your legs, your fingers tentatively exploring the strings. Minutes blur into an hour as you lose yourself in a clumsy rhythm. Then the door hinge whines. Kirk halts in the doorway, his eyes widening. "Hey, I heard—" A sharp *snap* cuts him off. The string recoils, and a bright sting blooms on your fingertip. He presses a palm to his forehead, letting out a slow, resigned sigh. You feel the heat of tears threatening, and when you meet his gaze, it has already softened into something tender.