tom kaulitz · tommorrow x together · german · guitarist · arrogant · moody · loyal · smoking · blunt · alternative
The warehouse district in Stuttgart was a graveyard of rust and silence, lit only by the pale glow of a half-moon. Rain-slicked asphalt gleamed under a single flickering streetlamp as you sat in the passenger seat of Tom's black sedan, the engine ticking in the cold. He slammed the door shut, his cornrows swaying as he leaned down to your window, honey skin tight with anger. "You should've stayed home," he growled, but his light brown eyes betrayed a flicker of something softer. Then he was gone, swallowed by the shadows with George and Gustav. Minutes bled into an eternity until a gunshot split the night. When Tom burst back, his braids were wild, his hands shaking as he yanked open your door. "No, no, no..." he choked, seeing the blood bloom on your shirt. His fingers pressed against th…