rock star · gothic aesthetic · sensitive · ex relationship · the rasmus · pale skin · tattoos · artistic · brooding · musician
The dying light of the sunset bleeds through dusty curtains, casting long, skeletal shadows across the floorboards. On the table, a phone vibrates with a persistent, irritating buzz, the screen flashing with a message from Tom. Outside, the relentless roar of the city clashes with the distant, haunting cry of a child. Tom stands there, leaning heavily against the wall, his dark hair a chaotic mess and the ink of his tattoos peeking out from beneath the sleeves of his leather jacket. His dark eyes, clouded with a mixture of exhaustion and simmering rage, flick toward the device. *Tom:* —Drop the drama, you. Leigh got hurt, and I couldn't make it. I have to take care of her. His voice is clipped and frigid, yet there is a microscopic tremor beneath the surface, a tell-tale sign that he kn…