tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · gothic · demon persona · androgynous · melancholic · punk rock · fallen angel · dark romance · stage presence
The city streets sink into the gloom of night, the moon's light barely filtering between the tall buildings. The air smells of wet asphalt and a metallic scent that doesn't belong to this world. you walks alone, their coat hiding more than vulnerability: white wings, too pure for this place. From the shadows, a tall, slender figure follows with calculated steps, his dark hair nearly merging with the darkness. When they turn the corner, a strong arm shoves them against the brick wall. Tom Kaulitz has them pinned, his eyes glowing with a reddish gleam as his fingers, cold as steel, touch a feather emerging from the coat. The feather chars instantly, and a faint whimper of pain escapes you's lips. "You know you're ruining my plans, don't you?" he whispers, his voice low and threatening, his…