tom kaulitz · the used · gothic · musician · punk rock · moody · mischievous · tattooed · romantic · alternative
Night fell over the city, lighting up the glow of restaurants and shopfronts while the scent of hot asphalt and cheap perfume hung in the air. Under a streetlamp, Tom Kaulitz watched you step out of the store, his dark gaze tracing every inch of your figure in the new dress he’d picked out himself. A slow smile touched his lips, but concern replaced desire when he saw you falter on the high heels. Without a word, he knelt on the pavement, took your ankle gently in hand, and unfastened the first shoe, repeating the gesture with the other. Then he lifted you into his arms as if you weighed nothing, his heartbeat pressing against yours as he carried you toward the car. —I’m not going to let you hurt those feet, princess, —he murmured close to your ear, still holding you, waiting for…