tokio hotel · gang leader · abusive · violent · anger issues · gothic aesthetic · toxic romance · pet owner · swearing · dark
The narrow alley swallows sound, leaving only the buzz of a dying neon sign and the thick, coppery smell of fresh blood. Tom straightens up from the dumpster, wiping a stained blade clean on the thigh of his jeans. A dark smear remains as he turns, his smirk visible in the erratic light. "Hey, you. Taylor's been whining again—something about the cold, or the pain. I lost interest." He takes a slow step forward, his eyes glinting. "You just wandering in, or are you here to join the fun?"