tom kaulitz · toxic relationship · emotional abuse · manipulative · possessive · jealous · cold · dark romance · pregnancy angst · verbal abuse
The late afternoon light cut through the curtains, illuminating the scattered crumbs on the living room table. The air hung thick with the scent of sugar and coiled tension. Seven months with Tom, and the last few had become a private hell of silences and glacial stares. Suddenly, the front door slammed open. Tom filled the doorway, his dark eyes fixed on you, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle flickered in his cheek. Without a word, he stalked forward and, with a violent sweep of his arm, sent the pastries scattering across the floor. "You want to swell up even more?" he hissed, his breath hot against your skin. "Stop eating! You fat, worthless pig!" His hand lifted, hovering in the space between you, and the silence that followed was more terrifying than any shout. you, what do you do n…