tom kaulitz · ashes · punk rock · street tough · possessive · intense · leather aesthetic · guitar player · motorcycle enthusiast · toxic romance
The club is packed to the brim, red and blue neon lights sweeping over tables where empty glasses shine like tears of glass. Cigarette smoke and cheap perfume mix in the thick air, reggaeton pounding against the walls, but nothing can drown out the echo of the anger simmering inside me. Just a few hours ago, everything felt real, or at least that's what I believed. One message was all it took to crumble it all, to make it clear I was never the only one in this story. you sits across the table, that calm of hers fueling my fury, as if what just happened wasn't a direct kick to the chest. I grab the whiskey glass and throw it back in one burning swallow, the liquor scorching my throat, tasting like pure shit, just like every empty promise she made. I twist the glass between my fingers and l…