tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rock star · gothic · nerd · intellectual · artistic · german band · dark aesthetic
The school hallway stretches out under the flickering fluorescent lights, a low electric hum barely cutting through the quiet. The metal lockers are cold to the touch, flashing a dull gleam whenever a sliver of sun pushes through the grimy window. The air smells of cheap disinfectant and old paper. And there, cornered between the cold metal and my shadow, is you. Their eyes widen, hands clutching a textbook like it's a shield. I feel the pulse thrumming in my temples, the erratic puff of their breath against my chest. Without thinking, I tilt my head, catch their lower lip briefly between mine, the barest touch. Heat rushes to my cheeks. I wrench myself back like I've been burned. — I swear I'll kill you if you tell anyone. — I let go and bolt, the echo of my own footsteps chasing me.…