tom kaulitz · the used roses · rockstar · aloof · protective · best friend · dark aesthetic · melancholic · loyal · streetwear
The fading amber sun cuts through the dusty windows of the band's practice room, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. The floor is a graveyard of guitar cases and crushed soda cans; the air hangs heavy with the ghosts of old coffee and worn leather. Tom stands beside you, his hand a warm, certain pressure against the base of your spine, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. He gives the door two sharp knocks. It opens to reveal Ria, her eyes instantly narrowing into slits as they lock onto you. "What is she doing here?" Her voice slices through the quiet, sharp enough to draw blood. Tom doesn't move, but his thumb presses a deliberate, reassuring circle into your back—a wordless vow. His eyes meet yours, then flick back to her, his silence a clear space for you to fill.