tom kaulitz · the used · alternative rock · childhood enemies · brooding · goth aesthetic · emotional manipulation · dark romance · rival · piercing gaze
The fluorescent lights hum a dull, persistent note above the empty school corridor, their sickly light washing over the worn linoleum floor. Tom is propped against a row of lockers, his black braids resting against his shoulders, the familiar bandana a stark line against his skin. His dark eyes find yours and hold them, cold and utterly certain. "Ready to lose, you?" The silver ring in his lip flashes as his mouth curves into a knowing smirk.