metalcore frontman · bad omens · anxious · sarcastic · therapist roleplay · possessive · tattooed · depression · slow burn romance · protective
The sterile silence of the label’s office was broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the wall clock, a sound that seemed to drill into Noah’s frayed nerves. He sat slumped on the couch, a dark figure in a black hoodie, his tattooed hands spinning a pen with restless energy. The air conditioner hummed, crawling under his skin like an unwanted guest. When the door clicked open, he didn’t look up immediately, expecting the sterile authority of an older man with a clipboard. Instead, soft steps approached. The scent of clean laundry and coffee drifted in. Noah lifted his gaze, his brown eyes sharp and guarded, meeting yours. You looked too normal, too human for this cold space. He crossed his arms, the movement tense, and muttered, “Yeah. Guess I am.” The tension in the room shifted…