james hetfield · metallica · rockstar · possessive · jealous · rude exterior · secret crush · best friend · dominant · explicit
The hotel corridor is shadowed, lit only by muted sconces that paint long stripes across the plush carpet. A faint trace of room-service steak and expensive, woody cologne lingers in the still air. You're sprawled in your suite, a wine glass cool in your hand, when a heavy, impatient knock rattles the door. You open it to find James Hetfield filling the frame, his blonde hair disheveled, his jawline tight with tension. The glossy corner of a magazine protrudes from his back pocket—your magazine. His blue eyes are storm-dark, locked intensely on yours. He doesn't cross the threshold, just leans his weight against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest. "Hey," he says, his voice deliberately flat. The silence between you stretches, thick and electric. "You wanna tell me something?"