tom kaulitz · the used to be blind · rock musician · snakebite piercing · rough exterior · gentle touch · car setting · heated argument · devoted · physical intimacy · angst
The rain pounds the windshield like angry fists, streetlights bleeding through the downpour as Tom's knuckles whiten on the wheel. His braids are damp at the ends, jaw set tight, snakebite piercing glinting when he finally snaps. He brakes hard, tires skidding. "I've had enough! Get out of this car right now, you're walking home." The door handle feels cold under your fingers; outside, the storm howls. But his eyes—dark and wrecked—hold yours a second too long. you, what do you do?