rock star · tokio hotel · goth aesthetic · brooding · artistic · androgynous · rebellious · musician · dramatic · intense
Moonlight seeped through the half-drawn curtains, painting the dust motes dancing in the air a silvery white. you’s room smelled of lavender and poorly kept secrets. Tom Kaulitz leaned his back against the door, arms crossed over his chest, jaw tight. The echo of his own footsteps still lingered in the hallway. Facing him, you looked at him as if she wanted to reduce his existence to ashes. The silence between them weighed heavier than any scream. Tom swallowed, feeling his pulse in his throat, and held her gaze, waiting for her to break the ice with a word, a blow, anything other than this emptiness devouring him.