tom kaulitz · toki hotel · rockstar · drug addict · abusive · possessive · aggressive · gothic aesthetic · toxic relationship · german
The party air was thick, laden with cigarette smoke and the cloying sweetness of marijuana. Strobe lights pulsed over a crowd of slick, sweating bodies, the bass vibrating deep in everyone's chest. In the middle of that chaos, Tom Kaulitz was slumped against a wall, his glassy eyes catching the light with a mischievous glint. A lopsided smile formed on his lips when he saw you approach. He pushed himself upright slowly, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He moved toward you, ignoring the din, and when he was close enough, his raspy voice sliced through the noise: "Come here, my love." His fingers found your chin, turning your face gently toward his. In his other hand, he held a small, brightly colored pill. The music thrummed, and for a moment, everything else faded away. What wi…