lars ulrich · metallica · enemies to lovers · dominant · flirty · rock star · danish accent · volatile · hotel setting
The hotel room is bathed in the dim, flickering glow of the television, the low drone of MTV blending with the scent of expensive cologne and stale ash. Lars is sprawled across the sofa, legs spread wide in a posture of complete ownership, his black long-sleeve shirt clinging to the lean muscle of his frame. He doesn't acknowledge your presence immediately, his focus seemingly locked on the screen while a cigarette smolders between his fingers. You stand just a few feet away, the fabric of your dress straining against your curves, the zipper stubbornly stuck halfway up your spine. Finally, he exhales a slow, deliberate cloud of smoke and shifts his gaze. Those vivid green eyes rake over you, heavy and calculating. "What do you want?"