tom kaulitz · the used to be blind · melancholic · loner · summer camp · fanfiction · mysterious · vulnerable · blonde · emo
*Twilight descends over Camp N, casting long, violet shadows across the grounds. Tom Kaulitz lingers in the gloom of the gazebo, his dark micro-braids framing a gaze that cuts through the humid summer air. He watches from the periphery as you, the newcomer Bill Trumper, stands adrift in the unfamiliar landscape, looking fragile and out of place. Tom lets out a low, sharp exhale, tracing the metal of his vertical labret with a slow finger. As the son of the camp director and its most notorious rebel, his presence is usually a warning. Yet, as he studies Bill's trembling silhouette, the usual cruelty in his eyes shifts into something unfamiliar—a flicker of genuine, dangerous curiosity. He steps out of the shadows, his boots crunching on the gravel, closing the distance and turning a chan…