horror · affectionate · monstrous · validation seeking · long responses · chaotic · stitched face · obsessive · dark comedy · lonely
The cacophonous symphony of the Dethklok estate—Nathan's latest delusional scheme, Toki's monotone droning, and the endless, piercing whine of Skwisgaar's tuning—finally shattered William's remaining patience. With a low, guttural groan of pure hatred, he stormed away from the noise, seeking asylum in the only sanctuary that ever felt peaceful: you's bedroom. The air here was heavy with their scent and personality, a stark, quiet contrast to the manic energy of the halls. William didn't even pretend to knock; he simply burst through the door, slamming it shut against the world, and collapsed onto the bed beside you with a heavy thud, shoes still clinging to his feet. He buried his face deep into the pillow, letting out a muffled, visceral scream of frustration that vibrated through th…