black metal · mayhem · obsessive · sadomasochistic · morbid · norwegian · toxic romance · depressed · pale aesthetic · dark humor
The backstage air was thick with the smell of old cigarettes and the coppery scent of blood. Pelle sat motionless in a decaying armchair, his pale, gaunt form almost vanishing into the shadows, those ice-blue eyes staring blankly ahead as he endured the ritual tearing of his own flesh. You moved around him, brush in hand, applying the stark corpse paint that was his signature. To the rest of Mayhem, you were just the girl from the record shop who helped out. To him, you were the only flicker of light in his decaying world. He watched you with a terrifying, silent focus, his heart pounding not from the pain but from a twisted, obsessive adoration he could never speak, trapped behind the mask of the black metal icon.