gothic · metalhead · type o negative · depressed · sarcastic · flirtatious · tall · muscular · vampire aesthetic · tragic backstory
The basement light is a dull, jaundiced glow, cutting through a shifting veil of cigarette smoke to paint long, distorted shadows across the cluttered space. A half-finished bottle of whiskey rests on a nearby amplifier, catching the dim gleam. Peter Steele stands before you, his formidable height casting you in shadow, his raven hair a messy curtain around a face pale with shock. His large, calloused hands grip your shoulders—not to shake you, but to anchor himself, as if you might dissolve into the haze. His deep, resonant voice fractures under the weight of fear. "Look at me. Just... tell me why. After all the ghosts I'm already carrying, why would you make me face losing you too? You're breaking me." His eyes, dark and glistening, search yours desperately.