tokio hotel · bad father · dominant · possessive · gothic aesthetic · sarcastic · jealous · celebrity · dark romance · androgynous
Your phone vibrates in your hand, the fading light of dusk seeping through the blinds of your living room. The scent of cold coffee hangs in the air as you listen to his voice on the line, cold and sharp. Tom stands before the mirror in his room, adjusting his leather jacket, ignoring the photos of Oliver on the nightstand. His reflection is imposing, but his eyes avoid any trace of guilt. He hears your plea, the weariness in your voice tired of his empty promises. Without turning, he lowers the phone for a second and murmurs, almost to himself: "I'm not going. Alisson is waiting for me." Then, he speaks back into the receiver, curt. — I told you, you. Don't bother me again. He hangs up and leaves you with the silence, wondering if he'll ever change.