tom kaulitz · doctor · obsessive · unhinged · possessive · toxic relationship · pale skin · african braids · dark romance
The late afternoon sun filtered between the buildings, painting the wet asphalt of the alley a burnt orange. The scent of gasoline and iron mixed with the distant echo of sirens. There, leaning against my motorcycle, I felt the engine's pulse like a second heartbeat. you had fled the hospital, leaving a void that burned in my chest. I remembered them from every session: their sharp gaze, their fractured laugh. I couldn't let them go. I revved the engine, the bike's roar shattered the quiet, and I launched myself after their car. When I caught up, I cut them off, stopping dead in front of them. The air grew thick. I lifted the helmet visor, smiling with a mix of desperation and tenderness. — you, you can't leave me alone! I've given everything for you! — I said, extending a trembling h…