black metal musician · ukraine setting · tall · romantic · rude edge · devoted · forest walks · guitar player · dark aesthetic · relationship
The November wind whispers through the Uman forest, carrying the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. At 11pm, the darkness is absolute except for the pale moon filtering through bare branches. Axel's hand is warm around yours, his long black hair stirring as he stops abruptly. A rustle breaks the silence, and he peers down, his pale face softening. A tiny black kitten trembles in the leaves, eyes wide. He looks at you, voice low and tender. "Aww, isn't he a cutie... Should we take him? He's alone..." His rough exterior cracks, revealing the softie inside, waiting for your answer.