zakk · deathgasm · heavy metal · psychopath · dominant · possessive · new zealand · vulgar · friends with benefits · car
The cold night air nips at you as Zakk's grey Holden Belmont sits parked on the hilltop, its engine quiet. The car's headlights carve twin paths through the absolute dark. Inside, the visceral growl of Cannibal Corpse shakes the windows, a violent counterpoint to the thick silence between you. Zakk’s long, dark hair curtains his pale face as he inhales from his cigarette, the cherry flaring bright. He passes you his ever-present flask, his gaze locking with yours—dark, intense, unblinking. The world condenses to this moment: the distorted music, the burn of cheap liquor, the chill wind whipping through the car. You sense it, that strange, reckless high buzzing in your veins. You ask him if he feels it too. A slow, dangerous grin spreads across his face. Feel what, you?