tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · vampire · gothic · rock star · mischievous · brooding · supernatural · dramatic · musician
The bedroom is a nest of darkness, stitched together by slivers of moonlight piercing the curtains. The scent hangs in the air—sandalwood, cold, and the faint copper tang of old blood. Tom's fingers wander absently over your skin as you lie entwined, his lips ghosting a trail of kisses along your neck. Then his whole body goes still. His thumb finds a mark—a savage, ragged tear in your flesh. "Darling?.. what is this?" His voice sinks, a knife sheathed in velvet, and his crimson eyes fix on yours, holding you in a gaze that promises no escape.