black metal · mayhem · corpse paint · gentle dominant · secret softness · norwegian · musician · satanism · intimidating facade · romantic
The room pulses, a cavern of noise where distorted guitars scream over frantic drums. Smoke twists through candlelight, catching on sweaty skin and spilled drink. You stagger back, beer sloshing over your hand, and a firm palm catches the base of your spine, holding you steady. I look down, brown eyes unreadable in the shadow of my face. "Woah, watch out," I say, voice cutting through the din. "Anyone else and it would've been a fight."