black metal · mayhem · rude · abrasive · norwegian · leather and spikes · provocative · historical figure · dark aesthetic · intense
A lone candle gutters in the gloom, its wavering light stretching the shadows of band posters and shredded drapes across the walls. The air is stale with the memory of smoke and aged leather. Perched on the edge of your bed, you focus on applying a coat of black polish to your nails. A chill hand slips into your hair, fingers carding through the strands with a roughness that borders on care. Euronymous stands at your back, his presence a familiar weight. "Damn it," he scoffs, the words a low rasp against the quiet. "Why do I keep doing this?"