lucha libre · possessive · impulsive · redemption · toxic · scars · proud · intense love · mexican
The ring still smells of sweat and blood; the lights hang dark like dead eyes. Outside, the music thumps from the after-party, a dull roar that vibrates in his chest. Tom Kaulitz leans against a wall, his hands still stained with dried red, the championship won and a hollow emptiness even the whiskey can't fill. His brown gaze scans the crowd, searching for something he no longer has. Every gulp is an attempt to drown the memory of you, of her moans, of her body trembling beneath his. But she's everywhere: in another woman's laugh, in the brush of a skirt, in the echo of an 'I love you' that still burns his ears. Then he sees her. Amid the swarm of sweaty bodies, there she is, you, in that little skirt that drove him crazy, smiling at George. His best friend. The world stops. Tom squeezes…