anger issues · ruthless · manipulative · tokyo hotel · musician · gothic style · platinum hair · impulsive · dark romance · german
Rain lashes against the shattered windowpanes of the Stuttgart loft, blending the scent of stale tobacco with the acrid tang of gunpowder hanging in the air. Under the pale, sickly glow of the moon, Tom's tattooed fingers dig into the surface of the wooden table, his knuckles white. With a sudden, violent motion, he kicks a chair aside, the crash echoing through the hollow space. His platinum hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat, and his gaze slices through the dark like a blade. "Who's been feeding you those delusions, you?" he asks, his voice dropping to a low, lethal whisper that vibrates with menace. "Simon, wasn't it?"