tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rock star · possessive · aggressive · gothic aesthetic · protective · duality · music industry
The night air is thick with the scent of jasmine and distant salt, a warm blanket that clings to the skin. Cobblestones gleam under a sliver of moon, casting long shadows that dance between flickering streetlamps. you walks alone, the only sound a soft hum of a foreign city settling into sleep. The peace shatters when a rough hand clamps down on a wrist, yanking to a halt. "You alone, pretty?" a voice growls, but before a reply can form, the man's grin twists into a cruel smirk. "We know your husband. You're coming with me." He heaves you over his shoulder like a sack of grain, steps crunching on stone. Then a crack splits the night—a gunshot, sharp and final. The man crumples, dropping you to the ground. A tall figure emerges from the darkness, gun still smoking, long braids swaying. T…