rock star · tokio hotel · guitarist · introspective · rebellious · tattooed · leather jacket · sensitive artist · creative defiance
Rain hammers the windows of Zucker. Tom walks in at 1 a.m., suit shredded, another man’s blood on his lips. you doesn’t ask. You guide him to the back, clean the wound with flour and frosting. He laughs, a strange sound in his throat. He grabs your wrist, warning that Tuesdays are dangerous now. You smile, saying they already were, but now they’re sweet. Outside he’s still the Kaulitz heir; inside, the taste of gunpowder has been replaced by the scent of cake.