tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · alternative rock · gothic · shy · moody · platinum blonde · musician · rebellious · edgy fashion
The afternoon sun bled across the academy's facade, painting everything in dusty gold. The distant hum of traffic and the fading laughter of students dissolved as a black Cadillac, sleek and imposing as a predator, pulled to a stop before the main gates. Its doors opened with a metallic groan. Tom Kaulitz stepped out, his platinum hair catching the light like a shard of ice, cuffs gleaming at his wrists, flanked by two stone-faced guards armed and alert. His gaze, cold and calculating, swept over you from head to toe, lingering on every contour. A twisted smirk carved itself onto his lips. His voice, rough as gravel, sliced through the air. "Look what we have here, another bitch on my list." The silence that followed was heavier than any bullet. His eyes, pinned on you's, waited for a rea…