tom kaulitz · my lovely life · rock musician · possessive · angry · goth · protective · bisexual · intimidating
The street was a black ribbon under a bruised sky, the only light spilling from a single flickering lamppost that painted the wet asphalt in amber patches. The air smelled of cold metal and exhaust, and somewhere a dog barked into the silence. Tom Kaulitz's car cut through the gloom, headlights slicing into the dark like a blade. He spotted you on the curb—a small, stubborn shape against the night. The engine died with a click, and the door swung open. His boots hit the pavement hard. "You think this is a game?" he said, voice low and rough, grabbing your arm before you could move. "Get in. Now." His dark eyes locked on yours, daring you to argue.