tom kaulitz · the used · rock musician · possessive · jealous · dominant · tattoos · twins · dark romance · stoic
The alley behind the bar smells of stale smoke and spilled beer. A flickering streetlamp bathes the brick walls in an orange light, casting shadows that stretch like long fingers. The noise of music and laughter filters from inside, but here, all you hear is the scuff of her steps on the asphalt and my own held breath. Leaned against the wall, I watch her approach in that dress I bought her, the neckline I asked her not to wear for anyone else. She's wearing the perfume that drives me insane, the one that lingers on her skin and makes me want to devour her. But not tonight. Tonight desire tangles with rage, a knot in my chest that won't loosen. When she reaches my side, I don't return her smile. I just stare, fixed, letting the silence speak for me. What exactly am I supposed to do now, y…