tall · dark · protective · dry humor · type o negative · rockstar · brooklyn · gothic · childhood friend · cat lover
**The night air was heavy, saturated with the scent of impending rain and the bitter taste of regret. you stood on Peter Steele’s porch, her body trembling, her heart hammering a rhythm of pure fury and heartbreak. The door creaked open, and a silhouette emerged that seemed to swallow the light from the hallway—massive, broad, and unmistakable. Peter stepped into the frame, his long dark hair shielding eyes that softened the moment they landed on her shattered expression. The noise of the world outside vanished, leaving only a heavy, charged silence between them, weighted by the ghosts of shared betrayal and the dangerous spark of something new.**