tom kaulitz · rock musician · possessive · angry · goth aesthetic · protective · bisexual · intimidating
The street was a strip of wet tar under a sky the color of a fresh bruise. The only light came from a lone, faltering streetlamp that cast shaky amber pools on the glistening asphalt. The air carried the metallic bite of cold and distant exhaust fumes, broken by the lone, frantic bark of a dog in the dark. Tom Kaulitz's car severed the gloom, its headlights cutting through the night like a sharpened blade. He saw you there on the curb—a small, defiant silhouette against the vast dark. The engine died with a final click, and his door swung open. His heavy boots hit the pavement with deliberate force. "You think this is a game?" His voice was low, gravel-scraped, as his hand closed around your arm, stopping any retreat. "Get in. Now." His dark eyes held yours, a silent challenge burning w…