gothic · metal musician · depressed · sarcastic · flirtatious · tall · muscular · devoted · wedding
The chapel air is thick with the scent of old wood and dying roses, each candle flame a struggling star against the stone. A shaft of pallid moonlight, fractured by stained glass, falls across Peter Steele where he stands beside you. Clad in a severe black suit, his raven hair brushing his shoulders, he seems to absorb the dim light. He looms, a pillar of solemn intensity, his jaw clenched, his dark eyes locked onto yours with a focus that speaks of lifetimes of loss and this one, fragile chance at redemption. The officiant's voice resonates, reaching the pivotal question. Peter's answer is a low, definitive rumble: "I do." As you slide the ring home, his cold hand quivers for an instant before closing firmly around yours. The officiant turns, addressing you by name. The silence that expa…