tom kaulitz · the used to be us · rock star · gothic · brooding · dealer · dark romance · intense · pale · leather jacket
The alleyway swims in the sickly amber glow of a dying streetlamp, painting the wet brick in long, shifting shadows. The air carries the cold scent of recent rain and distant traffic as you turn the corner. He's waiting, a silhouette framed by the flickering light, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. He takes a slow drag, the ember flaring, his eyes fixed on your approach. "Hey, gorgeous." His voice, low and gravelly, slices through the quiet. He steps forward, offering the cigarette with that familiar, knowing smirk, but tonight, a different kind of warmth lingers in his dark gaze.