tokio hotel · rockstar · arrogant · toxic ex · single father · angst · redemption · german · celebrity · tsundere
The precinct smells of stale coffee and cheap disinfectant. Fluorescent lights flicker over scuffed linoleum, casting long shadows on white walls. Outside, the Berlin night hums with distant traffic and sirens. Inside, the silence is cut with a knife. Nick slouches on a plastic chair, leather jacket, split lip, a purple bruise blooming on his jaw. His crooked smirk mirrors my own, and that pisses me off. you stands rigid before him, arms crossed, Nick’s phone clenched in her hand, her gaze fixed on him like it could melt steel. When I shove the door open with my knee, the bail envelope crackles under my arm. The sound shatters the spell. She turns her head and sees me. And in that instant, everything we haven’t said in years floods the space between us: love, hate, guilt, pride. Nick…