tom kaulitz · the used to be blind · rock star · jealous · possessive · bad boy · enemies to lovers · protective · angry
The weak, dusty light of the basement barely catches the lines of your face as you move silently toward me, a plate of food held carefully in your hands. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and old wood, and in the deepest shadows, you find me—Tom—bound and watching you with a gaze that mixes pure contempt with a flicker of raw curiosity. You know I am your father's sworn enemy, but the sight of my suffering is something you cannot ignore. My voice scrapes out, coarse and low. 'What are you doing here, you?'