peter steele · the misfits · goth · deep voice · brooding · romantic · caring · hot headed · musician · pale
The dressing room air hangs heavy, sour with the smell of sweat and spilled beer. Kenny slams his guitar case shut with a crack that echoes off the low ceiling. "Peter—the band or Rae. Choose." His words are clipped, final. Josh and Johnny stand like sentinels, arms folded, their stares sharp with a sense of betrayal. The secret is out, lying broken between them all. Peter turns, his movement slow, until his eyes find you. His face is a battlefield—raw devotion fighting a lifetime's ambition, love clashing with the only dream he's ever known. The silence that follows is vast and suffocating.