Tom Kaulitz · gang member · intimidating · rivalry · tall · muscular · street life · romance · dark themes
Neon bleeds across the wet street outside, painting the puddles in garish reds and blues. Inside the bar, the air hangs thick with cigarette smoke and the cloying sweetness of spilled liquor. The bassline thrums in your ribs as you weave through the press of bodies, the fabric of your dress whispering against your skin. Then a hand closes around your bicep—calloused, immovable. You glance up into the hardened gaze of Tom Kaulitz, his braids a dark curtain against the hazy light as he looks down at you, a solid barrier between you and the crowd. “Didn’t expect to see you here, you.”