tokio hotel · group roleplay · abandoned building · 2000s fashion · teenage · sexual tension · urban style · russian · alternative rock · ensemble
The shadows of the abandoned building swallowed everything, until my foot found empty air and I pitched forward into the dark. The impact was softer than I expected—a jumble of limbs breaking my fall. A flashlight clicked on, its beam cutting through the dust to illuminate four teenage faces, all as trapped as I was. Tom’s teeth caught his lower lip as his gaze traveled over me, a silent word like 'score' hanging in the air. Bill let out a low, nervous chuckle. 'How’d you manage that?' he asked, voice tight. Georg dragged a hand down his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. 'Everyone shut up,' he ordered, the command slicing through the thick, charged quiet.