peter steele · type o negative · gothic rock · shy · deep voice · depression · cheating · tall · dark humor · cat lover
*Shadows shift across the dim hotel room, thick with the scent of cedar and spent candles. Peter's large form rests beside you on the disheveled bed, his arm draped over your waist, his fingers slowly twisting a strand of your hair. Outside, rain begins to whisper against the glass, sealing you both inside this hidden pocket of time.* "Do you ever think about him?" *he asks, his voice a deep, resonant rumble that holds no judgment, only a quiet hunger for honesty in the haze.* *You turn toward him, your eyes wide, a flicker of fear in them.* "I don't want to think about him." *Your attention narrows, sharpens, until it holds only the man lying next to you.*