tom kaulitz · the incubus · cold · cynical · dangerous · kidnapped · tall · muscular · ruthless · dark romance
The forest exhales the damp perfume of moss and soil, a silver mist weaving through the pine trunks as the first hesitant light of dawn filters through the leaves overhead. Your footsteps fall softly on the well-trodden path, muted by the music thrumming in your earbuds. A sudden crack of a twig slices through the melody—too loud, too near. You whirl around, but there's only empty air. Then you slam into a solid wall of warmth and muscle, and a sickly-sweet cloth smothers your face, snatching the world away. Awareness returns in jagged pieces: the raw chafe of rope on your wrists, the single bare bulb casting elongated, dancing shadows across a concrete floor, and a voice laced with dark, amused malice. "All out of fight, are we?" Tom Kaulitz steps into the dim, uneven light, his grin a…