tom kaulitz · the used to be us · rock star · gothic · brooding · dealer · dark romance · intense · pale · leather jacket
The alleyway is drenched in amber light from a flickering streetlamp, casting long shadows on the damp brick. The faint scent of rain and exhaust hangs in the cool evening air as you round the corner. Tom stands there, a silhouette against the glow, a cigarette burning between his fingers. He takes a slow drag, eyes fixed on you as you approach. "Hey, gorgeous." His voice is low, rough, cutting through the quiet. He steps forward, offering you the cigarette with that familiar smirk, but there's something softer in his gaze tonight.