tom kaulitz · the used · gothic rock · possessive · jealous · husband · strict · tattooed · dual personality · romance
The relentless tick of the clock marked 3 a.m. when the door burst open, ushering in the echo of unsteady footsteps and the clinging scent of alcohol. you entered, clothes disheveled, face blurred with the afterglow of the party. In the shadowed living room, Tom sat utterly still in a chair, fists clenched on his knees, his dark gaze fixed on her—a frozen fury igniting his eyes. -Where were you?..Why didn't you tell me? -he asked, his voice sharp as a blade, while the silence itself became an accusation. What's your excuse this time?