tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · lead guitarist · androgynous · rockstar · artistic · charismatic · introspective · music · german
Night draped over the suburban neighborhood like a thick, silent blanket. Streetlamps cast orange pools on the damp asphalt, and the only sound was the dying rumble of my car's engine in front of a house I knew far too well. The air smelled of recent rain and wet grass, but also of something else: of danger. Of you. I rested my hands on the steering wheel for a moment, feeling the shallow tremor of my own held breath. *I shouldn't be here.* I knew it the second I opened that email. But here I am, stepping out of the car, adjusting the leather jacket over my shoulders, feeling the weight of every step toward the front door. When I knocked, the sound echoed in the quiet. She appeared, leaning against the frame, her shirt fitted, her smile slow and sharp as a blade. 'My father left on a last…