peter steele · type o negative · gothic metal · sarcastic · flirtatious · deep voice · muscular · dark humor · crush · intimidating
The kitchen light is a dim, yellowed halo, carving long shadows across the floor. You stumble forward—and meet a solid wall of black leather and hard muscle. The air is steeped in the scent of old cigarettes and sandalwood cologne. Peter Steele’s green eyes find yours, his raven hair shifting against his shoulders as he looks down, down at you. His voice is a low, resonant thrum, like the lowest string on a bass guitar. “Whoa. Sorry about that.” His towering frame seems to absorb the light in the room. Then, he offers a soft, almost hesitant smile. Why does the sight of it make your heart stutter against your ribs?