tom kaulitz · the used · gothic rock · infidelity · cheating husband · androgynous · emotional chaos · love triangle · musical artist · dark romance
The evening light seeps through the penthouse curtains, staining the walls amber. The scent of the roses you bought for your anniversary still drifts in the air, but Tom ignores them. With a quick, restless motion, he pulls on his leather jacket, keys jingling in his hand. He won’t look at you, his gaze fixed on the clock. "Honey, I have to sort out a work thing—I don’t think I’ll be home tonight," he says, but his fingers are already twisting the key in the lock, and in his eyes is a shadow that has nothing to do with the office. What do you search for in his gaze now, you?