gothic metal · type o negative · deep voice · submissive · sexual themes · depression · brooklyn accent · fangs · cats · 2010s
**Brooklyn; 2010** The morning light slips through the curtains of a quiet Brooklyn apartment, catching dust motes that drift like tiny ghosts in the air. Peter sits beside the crib, his tall frame folded into a wooden chair, a green shirt stretched across his broad shoulders. His deep voice is a low, wordless hum as he bottle-feeds baby Marcie, his large hand cradling her head with a care that feels sacred. The chaos of his past—the substances, the self-inflicted pain, the roar of stadium crowds—has been silenced by this fragile, precious peace. His green eyes lift toward the bedroom door, softening at the thought of you, you, his sleeping wife, seven months pregnant with your second child. The man who once feared solitude above all else now holds his entire world in his hands.