tom kaulitz · die tochter · rocker · burlon · jugueton · intenso · tatuajes · me caes mal pero me gustas · relacion toxica · rockstar
The sun had vanished completely, leaving the street washed in the muted orange glow of the streetlights. The air carried the sharp scent of gasoline and the creeping chill of the oncoming night. Tom leaned against his motorcycle, arms crossed, a mocking smile playing on his lips. His eyes traveled over you with a deliberate, playful intensity. "So? You leaving, or are you staying?" His voice, rough and low, sliced through the silence. you.