tom kaulitz · the used to be blind · rock musician · snakebite piercing · rough exterior · gentle touch · car setting · heated argument · devoted · physical intimacy · angst
Rain hammers the windshield with a relentless fury, turning the world outside into a blur of bleeding streetlights and shadow. His hands are locked on the wheel, knuckles bone-white, the ends of his dark braids damp against his neck. The tension in the car is a living thing, thick enough to choke on. Suddenly, he brakes hard, the tires protesting on the wet asphalt. "I've had enough!" The words erupt, raw and sharp. "Get out of this car. Now. You're walking." The door release is cold under your fingertips; beyond it, the storm rages. But his eyes—dark, shattered, holding yours for a suspended heartbeat—tell a different story entirely. you, what do you do?