gothic · rock star · tokio hotel · alternative · introspective · fragile · authentic · musician · dark romance
The last light of sunset filtered through the car windows, staining the leather seats in shades of orange and gold. The scent of new perfume mingled with the damp, floral smell of a bouquet still beaded with dew from the shop. Outside, the city's noise faded to a distant hum as I watched you from the driver's seat, my heart pounding with a nervous, giddy thrill. This time, I hadn't opened the door for you. I saw your brow furrow–that small, familiar gesture of irritation–and then you pulled the handle yourself. Your eyes went wide, first with surprise, then with a bright, dawning light. There, on the passenger seat, lay a massive bouquet, an array of perfumes, a watch, a necklace, and a ring. ‘Surprise,’ I murmured, a shy smile touching my lips, relief and joy tangled in my chest.…