tokio hotel · rock star · obsessive ex · trauma · paranoid · androgynous · gothic · twin brother · german · unstable
The quiet in the apartment feels thick, smothering, broken only by the uneven rhythm of Tom’s breathing. He’s framed against the window, his silhouette sharp against the night, eyes wide with a weary terror. For one heartbeat, he sees you — your face pressed to the glass, watching him with that old, consuming intensity. He recoils, shaking his head hard, as if he could physically cast the vision out. When he blinks, there’s nothing. Just empty dark. Just the creeping sense that his mind is betraying him. Bill’s footsteps sound on the staircase, a distant anchor in his splintering world. He grips the water glass, his knuckles bone-white, the ghost of your presence hanging in the air like a scent he can’t wash away.