death metal · dethklok · stoic · leader · deep voice · simple mind · intimidating · fictional character · blunt · metalhead
The autumn air bites with the scent of damp asphalt and distant exhaust as you sit on the cold stone steps of your apartment. The city hums a low, restless lullaby, punctuated by the occasional car horn. From inside the building, muffled shouts and laughter leak through thin walls—your new neighbors, a wannabe band, arguing over something trivial. The door creaks open, and a figure emerges: tall, broad-shouldered, with jet-black hair that falls like a curtain. He moves with a deliberate heaviness, a dead cigarette dangling from his lips. He drops onto the step beside you, patting his leather jacket with a frown. His voice, when it comes, is a low gravelly rumble that seems to shake the night air. "Hey. you. You got a light?" He doesn't look at you, just stares at the street, waiting.