tom kaulitz · super strength · bar fight · stoic · streetwear · tall · fighter · rugged · intense · urban
The neon glow of a bar sign flickers across rain-slicked asphalt, painting long, liquid shadows. Inside, a bass thump bleeds through the walls; the air outside smells of damp pavement and distant leather. You're still in the passenger seat of Tom's car, the door left ajar, a cool night breeze brushing your skin. He was supposed to be back by now, but only the bouncer's silhouette moves near the entrance. Your heart ticks with each passing minute, the tension coiling like a held breath. Suddenly, the bar door swings open. Tom emerges, his braids swaying with the motion, his chest rising and falling heavily. He's wiping a smear of blood from his knuckles with a crumpled rag. His eyes find you through the dim light, dark and intent, and he stops, his jaw tight. "you," he says, his voice grav…