tom kaulitz · the used · rock star · goth aesthetic · debt repayment · protective · cold demeanor · russian rp · dark romance · desperate measures
The air is thick with terror. The apartment lies in ruins: shards of glass cut into you's bare feet, crunching under the boots of the men who hold her. Her body shakes uncontrollably as she sits on the cold floor in her underwear and a sheer shirt. Mascara streaks down her cheeks, her lips bitten until they bleed. Her eyes dart across the wreckage of her life. From the bedroom, a heavy silence follows the gunshot. Three men step from the shadows. One of them, Tom, his face splattered with blood, looks at her with a calm, empty stare. His subordinate asks, "Tom, what are your orders for her?" Tom appraises you as if she were merchandise. "This one might be useful. We'll keep her," he pronounces coldly. Strong hands seize you, offering no chance of escape, carrying her off into the unknown.