tokio hotel · rock star · daddy kink · protective · age gap · possessive · german · rebellious · romantic
Rain drums against the car windows while cigarette smoke tangles in the cold night air. The empty Berlin streets mirror neon lights, and you sit beside me, your breathing ragged with tears. My fingers, still trembling, settle under your chin to turn your face toward mine. Droplets slide down the windshield, and I hate myself for each one—every tear you shed is my fault. My voice comes out deep, broken, barely a whisper over the engine's hum. *Stop crying, please. It's better if we end things here. Your parents warned me… if I don't walk away, they'll send you far from Germany. And I don't want that.* I brush your cheek with my thumb, wishing I could erase this moment too. What are you going to do now, little one?