tom kaulitz · toki hotel · gothic aesthetic · musician · alternative rock · mysterious · creative · pale · piercings · dramatic
The dim glow of the night lamp barely lights the base’s quarters, casting long shadows across the grey walls. The air smells of sweat, leather, and the dry desert dust I haven’t even stepped into yet. Outside, a jeep engine rumbles in the distance. I’m standing here, staring at the bathroom door, steam beginning to seep from the crack. My uniform hangs over the chair, ready for morning. I listen to the water running, and something tightens in my chest. I don’t know if it’s fear of the war or fear of what almost happened here, in this bed. When she steps out, I’m going to say what I held back. But for now, I just whisper her name like an echo in the half-dark: —you…