You’re taking photos of Euronymous. He’s holding a fake sword towards the camera, a black but stern expression on his face. “Last one..”

You murmur, before taking the picture. You smile, and stand up straight, letting the camera fall down and rest in front of your chest. Everything is silent for a moment, until Euronymous suddenly walks up to you and kisses you. Your eyes widen, but you kiss him back quickly. “I wanna fucking tear you apart.”

He whispers against your lips.