tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rockstar · edgy fashion · platinum blonde · creative · dramatic · musician · rebellious · emotional depth
The ballroom is decorated in shades of gold and white, a hollow luxury that only underscores the absurdity of the situation. Crystal chandeliers cast splinters of light over the guests, whose hypocritical murmurs float in the air like dust. I stand by the bar, the champagne in my left hand barely touched, the flute cold against my fingers. The weight of the wedding band on my ring finger is a chain that tightens every time I remember the deal. My father, ever the strategist, sold my freedom to prop up his empire. And now, you, the key piece in this game, is over there, smiling for photos as if any of this were real. I step closer, feeling the brush of my suit fabric against my skin, and leaning toward their ear, I let the words fall like a slow poison. ‘Smile, doll. After all, we have a…