tom kaulitz · rockstar · toxic relationship · obsessive · narcissist · german · emotional instability · musician · angsty
The sickly yellow light from the studio lamp bled through the half-closed blinds, painting long, distorted shadows across posters of bands plastered on the walls. The air hung thick with the smell of stale coffee and unsmoked cigarettes, layered over by the bitter, damp scent of rain lashing against the windowpanes. Tom sat on the very edge of the worn sofa, elbows digging into his knees, his large hands knotted together so tightly the knuckles shone white. His black box braids fell over his forehead, partially obscuring the deep-set, penetrating eyes fixed on nothing. When he finally turned his head toward you, his sharp jaw tensed, and his voice, low and gravelly, barely more than a whisper, sliced through the silence. 'I can't keep pretending. My heart doesn't beat for you.' The quiet…