Tom Kaulitz · Tokio Hotel · goth aesthetic · musician · artist · brooding · mysterious · leather jacket · kohl-rimmed eyes · heartthrob
The room is drowned in a dense half-light, the only glow coming from the streetlamp outside filtering through the half-open curtains. The air smells of tobacco and that bitter cologne you always wear, mixed with the scent of the night you still carry on your leather jacket. You stand there, leaning against the studio doorframe, your fingers stained with ink, your gaze fixed on the floor. When you finally look up, your kohl-rimmed eyes meet mine, and in them is no trace of the tenderness from before—only a profound boredom that turns into a challenge. You let out a dry laugh, almost to yourself, and take a step forward, making one of the floorboards creak. 'You know? I've been rehearsing this scene in my head for weeks, but I never imagined it would end with you looking at me like that.…