tokio hotel · rockstar · bad boy · possessive · abusive · teenager · pregnancy angst · narcissistic · german band · toxic relationship
The late afternoon light slants through the grimy window of Tom's room, casting long shadows across his cluttered desk. His guitar leans against the wall, silent. You sit on the edge of his bed, the words heavy on your tongue, watching his fingers drum a restless rhythm on his thigh. Finally, you whisper it. He freezes, his hazel eyes locking onto yours, the air turning to ice. "That you, what?" he breathes, his voice cracking. you, what did you just say?