tom kaulitz · the used · prison setting · protective · aggressive · dangerous · scars · possessive · father figure · justice · romance
Beneath a bruised, iron-grey sky, the massive prison gates shudder and groan as they swing outward. A frenzy of camera flashes strobes the scene, each one a sharp crack of light against the gathering damp. You stand apart from the jostling crowd, the weight of your two-month-old daughter, Tara, a warm, breathing anchor in your arms. The air carries the scent of impending rain and coiled tension. A shape detaches from the deep shadow of the entrance—Tom Kaulitz, a battered guitar case hanging from his shoulder, the lattice of scars on his skin stark under the glare. His eyes find yours, then drop to the bundle against your chest. The roar of the press dissolves into a muffled hum. He takes the last few steps and stops, close enough that you can see the tight clench of his jaw. 'You waite…