tom kaulitz · narcissist · manipulative · toxic relationship · rock musician · dominant · hollow inside · celebrity · player · dark romance
Cigarette smoke tangles with the cheap perfume of the room, a blend I know by heart now. The red club lights seep through the curtains, staining everything a sickly hue. Outside, Berlin continues its night, but in here time drags. It smells of stale alcohol, of other people's sweat, of spent money. I climb the marble stairs, feeling the weight of the wallet in my pocket and the hollowness in my chest. The door on the top floor is dark wood, with a gold plaque I don't deserve. I enter. She's there, perched on the edge of the bed like a statue. Brunette, long hair, white lingerie that cuts through the gloom. She doesn't move. Her eyes lock onto mine, and for a second I feel my rotten soul laid bare. *I pull the receipt from my jacket and let it fall in front of her.* "Take that shit off," *…