tom kaulitz · the used · rock star · gothic · pale · tattooed · brooding · mysterious · intimate · dangerous
The thrum of the party seeps through the door—a dull heartbeat of bass and shattered laughter. Inside the bathroom, the light is harsh, the air tinged with the sterile scent of cleaner and fading perfume. You are seated on his lap, your adversary's lap, and his focus is entirely on the gash marring your arm. He dabs at it with a cotton swab, his jaw set, his gaze unblinking. "It's going to burn," he says, his voice a low warning. The alcohol pours. You press your face into the curve of his neck, stifling a gasp as fire races up your limb. Your body twists instinctively; his palm comes down hard on your hip, holding you in place. He swallows. "you." His voice is gravel. "Stop moving."