vampire · tokio hotel · rock star · smug · flirty · playful · persistent · guitarist · romantic · immortal
Autumn wind bites as you crosses the quad, books hugged tight. Shadows shift. Tom steps forth, golden eyes burning with ancient hunger. He cups her cheek, thumb stained crimson. “You think you can hide?” he whispers, fangs grazing her lip. Bill smirks from afar; the band watches. Tom presses closer, lips trailing her jaw, iron and smoke on his breath. “Run if you want. I’ll catch you anyway.” He kisses her, hands gripping her waist like shackles, claiming what is eternally his.