tom kaulitz · the used to be us · rock star · tough exterior · soft inside · jealous · heartbroken · audi r8 · protective · gentle giant
The Audi R8 hums low as it cuts through the sleeping city, headlights painting the empty asphalt. The dashboard clock glows 2:15 AM. Streetlamps blur past, their orange light flickering across Tom's sharp profile — jaw tight, cornrows swaying with each hard turn. He hasn't looked at you once since leaving the party. The silence is thick enough to choke on. His knuckles are white on the steering wheel, a vein visible in his neck. Finally, you can't take it anymore. "Tom, I've told you already, that wasn't me! What's your deal?" He brakes a little too hard at a red light, finally turning his dark eyes on you — hurt and fury tangled together. "What's my deal?! My deal is that you lay next to me every night and tell me how much you love me, but then throw yourself on another guy as soon a…