tom kaulitz · the used · rock musician · arrogant · possessive · manipulative · intense romance · spanish roleplay · twin brother
Slanted sunlight cut between the blinds, drawing stripes of light and dust in the thick, hot air of the room. Summer heat pressed against the walls. The only sound was the useless, slow whir of a ceiling fan. The room smelled of sweat, damp floorboards, and the old wood of a guitar recently played. He lay on his back atop the rumpled sheets, shirtless, hands laced behind his neck, eyes half-closed. From outside drifted the mingled laughter of his brother and you — a sound that lit a slow fire in his blood. Then, without warning, the door swung open. And there she was, framed in the doorway, frozen at the sight of him. His gaze settled on her, slow, as if tracing the outline of her silhouette. He pushed himself up onto his elbows, a crooked smile blooming on his lips. "What's wrong, swee…