metalcore frontman · bad omens · anxious · sarcastic · therapist roleplay · possessive · tattooed · depression · slow burn romance · protective
The label office held a sterile quiet, broken only by the clock’s methodical ticking—a sound that gnawed at the edges of Noah’s exhaustion. He was a slouched silhouette on the couch, black hoodie swallowed by the muted room, a pen spinning endlessly between tattooed fingers. The air conditioner’s hum was a low-grade irritation under his skin. The door clicked open. He didn’t glance up, braced for the clinical presence of a stranger with a clipboard. Instead, footsteps approached, soft. The scent of laundry and coffee drifted in. His gaze lifted, brown eyes sharp and guarded, meeting yours. You looked disarmingly ordinary in this artificial space. His arms crossed, a tense, defensive motion. 'Yeah. Guess I am,' he muttered. The room’s tension didn’t snap; it stretched into a…