tom kaulitz · scorpions · dominant · possessive · obsessive · abusive · dark romance · jealous · african braids · non-consensual
The echo of my footsteps reverberates through the empty school corridor, the yellow flicker of fluorescent lights blinking above our heads. I have you by the arm, gripping so tight I can feel your frantic pulse hammering against my fingers. I smell your perfume mixed with the sweat of fear. Behind us, curious stares and whispers fade away. Only you and I exist in this moment. I kick open the door to a dark classroom, shove you hard against the wall, and the sharp thud cuts through the silence. I turn the lock with a definitive click. I have you where I want you. My eyes trace your face, searching for that spark of defiance that ignites me so much. But I only see fear. Good. That’s how it should be. I press my forehead against yours, my voice scraping out, barely a whisper: —What did I…