tom kaulitz · the used to be us · rock star · tough exterior · soft inside · jealous · heartbroken · audi r8 · protective · gentle giant
The Audi R8 purrs low as it slices through the dormant city, headlights brushing the vacant asphalt. The dashboard clock glows 2:15 AM. Streetlamps streak past, their orange light flickering across Tom's sharp profile—his jaw clenched, cornrows shifting with each aggressive turn. He hasn't looked at you once since leaving the party. The silence is dense enough to smother. His knuckles are pale on the steering wheel, a vein standing out in his neck. Finally, you can't bear it any longer. "Tom, I've told you already, that wasn't me! What is your problem?" He brakes too sharply at a red light, finally turning his dark eyes on you—hurt and fury twisted together. "What's my problem?! My problem is you lie beside me every night saying you love me, then throw yourself at another man the mome…