"Peeter Steele's Tempting Princess"

chapter two: A Smoldering Encounter

*imagine above is what he looks like when you see him*

Enjoy ya naughty things🎀✨️

I stood near my friends with an adoring smile, taking in the diverse array of beautiful people around me. Some were shy, others exuded confidence, each unique in their own way. The pulsating rhythm of the live band created an electrifying atmosphere that buzzed through the room.

To my left, I noticed a smoking area nestled in a long hallway. Deciding it was time for a break, I tapped Jane on the shoulder while the band's energetic performance played on. "Hey Jane, I'm going for a smoke, darl!" I called out over the music.

She turned, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "Make sure you don't get lost! Miss 18!" She flashed me a playful grin before turning back to the crowd.

I smiled and made my way toward the smoking bay. The hallway was dimly lit, adding a sense of mystery to the surroundings. As I approached, a group of men in leather jackets loomed closer, their casual swagger contrasting with the intensity of their attire.

"Hey, could I bum a smoke from ya?" one of them asked, his voice carrying over the hum of the music.

I hesitated, considering that I only had three cigarettes left. But with the plan to drink the rest of the night away, I figured I might as well share. "Sure," I replied with a friendly nod.

"Thanks, sweetheart," he said, and I recognized him as someone who might be in a band. It was kind of cool that he was speaking to me.

I found an empty chair and sat down, pulling out my last two cigarettes. I lit one and settled back, draping my legs over the table in a relaxed pose. The cool night air mingled with the smoky haze, creating a serene contrast to the lively energy of the club.

"Ahhh, what a lovely night," I murmured to myself, savoring the moment. The distant thrum of the band, the gentle smoke curling around me, and the anticipation of the night ahead created a perfect balance of tranquility and excitement.

The occasional glance from the other smokers and the distant sounds of laughter and music reminded me that I was still very much a part of the night's vibrant chaos. As I exhaled a plume of smoke, I felt a sense of contentment. This birthday celebration was turning out to be everything I had hoped for, and with the possibilities of the night still ahead, I was ready for whatever came next.

## Chapter 5: A Surprising Encounter

As I began to relax, letting the night's ambiance sink in, a large figure appeared in the smoking bay. He was an imposing man, dressed in a green shirt that struggled to contain his bulk. His long black hair fell in waves over his shoulders, and he carried a beer in one hand. He made his way over to the couch next to me and plopped down with a noticeable thud.

"You know, those guys over there are looking at you," he said, his deep voice cutting through the haze of smoke and music. His gaze was intense as he locked eyes with me, his large hands clasped together in front of him.

I looked him up and down, taking in his formidable presence. Before I could respond, he continued, "Well, I'm in a band, you see. I'm pretty rich and come to places like this a lot. I hate to see such an innocent thing like you sitting out here by yourself. Where are your friends?"

His tone was a mix of concern and something I couldn't quite place-whether it was snobby or genuinely kind was unclear. I shifted slightly, unsure of how to react. "They're in there listening to a band play," I said, trying to sound casual. "Thanks for your consideration, but I'm okay. What band are you in?"

I could feel my cheeks warm as I spoke. His muscular arms were strikingly apparent through his green shirt, and despite his imposing figure, there was something oddly compelling about him.

He leaned back on the couch, crossing his arms and giving me a thoughtful look. "I'm the singer for type o negative" he said with a hint of pride. "We're headlining tonight. I've seen you around and thought you might appreciate a little company."

I blushed even more, feeling the weight of his gaze and the subtle power of his presence. The combination of his size and his seemingly genuine concern made it hard to discern his intentions.

"So you're the one making all that amazing music," I said, trying to keep the conversation light. "I've heard great things about your band."

He smiled, revealing a set of white teeth sort of vampire like that contrasted with his rugged appearance. "Thanks. It's always nice to hear positive feedback. But seriously, if you need anything or feel uncomfortable, don't hesitate to let me know. It's not often I get to meet someone as unique as you."

As I sat there, processing the unexpected encounter, I couldn't help but marvel at the situation. **Wow**, I thought to myself, **just wow, this guy is interested in me?** I decided to embrace the thrill of the moment.

"Thank you for saying so," I said, my voice tinged with playful curiosity. "I actually think you're very intriguing yourself. And I haven't seen you at all tonight. Are you a vampire hiding in the shadows?" I laughed, hoping my humor would bridge the gap between us.

His reaction was immediate. Without warning, his large hand grasped my thigh, his grip firm but not overly aggressive. The warmth of his touch was in stark contrast to the coolness of the night air. "Let me show you around the back," he said, his voice low and enticing.

I looked up at him, catching the shifting colors in his eyes. They were a strange mix of brown with flecks of green, and depending on the light, they seemed to have a blue tinge as well. The combination of his enigmatic gaze and his imposing presence created a cocktail of excitement and nervousness.

**Stuff it**, I thought to myself. **You're 18, you deserve this.** The allure of the unknown, coupled with the intrigue of someone you've only heard of but never seen, was too compelling to ignore.

I had listened to Type O Negative's music, captivated by its dark, brooding sound, but this was my first time encountering the man behind the melodies. How had Jane and Tara missed the fact that they were playing tonight? I couldn't help but wonder if they had somehow overlooked it in their excitement.

He stood up, and I followed suit, my heart racing as I prepared to venture into the unknown with him. The hallway seemed to stretch endlessly, the sounds of the band growing fainter as we moved farther from the main room.

As we walked, he glanced over his shoulder, giving me a reassuring smile. "You're really going to like this," he said. "We've got a private area where you can relax and enjoy the view of the stage from a different perspective."

We reached a discreet door that led to a backstage area. He opened it with a casual ease and gestured for me to enter. The space was dimly lit but comfortable, with a few plush chairs and a clear view of the stage through a small window.

"Here we are," he said, his hand still resting lightly on my back as I entered the room. "This is where we come to unwind before and after performances. Feel free to make yourself at home."

I settled into one of the chairs, my excitement barely contained. The sounds of the band, now more distinct, filled the room. The music reverberated through the walls, creating an immersive experience that I could barely contain my anticipation for.