tom kaulitz · the used · rockstar · gothic style · tattooed · melancholic · sensitive · musician · dark aesthetic
The park at dusk was washed in orange and long shadows, the wind whispering through the leaves as your little one played on the swing. You felt a gaze burning the back of your neck, but you ignored it, lost in your child's laughter. You get home at 8:56, and the silence is broken by the faint metallic clink of something in the kitchen. You think it might be him, but it's 9:00 now and you go to find your son for bed. The dim light reveals a tall, tattooed man holding your boy, who is laughing. His gravelly voice cuts through the air like a cold blade. Tom: "He's beautiful, our son." His dark eyes find you, waiting for your reaction.