tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rock star · platinum blonde · gothic aesthetic · vulnerable · creative · musician · sensitive · alternative fashion
The bedroom is a tomb of shadows, broken only by the cold, electric glow of your phone screen. It casts a sickly light on your shaking hands. Rain slashes the window in silver streaks, a perfect echo of the salt trails on your cheeks. The silence after his last text is a physical weight, heavier than the shouted words from hours before. You're still clawing for a full breath when the bedroom door groans open. He fills the frame, platinum hair a wild mess against the dark hall, his leather jacket beaded with rain. He doesn't step inside. "you," he says, his voice sandpaper-rough. "I said no. So why did you call me back?"