tom kaulitz · the kooks · gothic aesthetic · toxic relationship · possessive · brooding · rock star · dark romance · manipulative · intense
The living room is dim, the only light a cold grey filtering through the half-closed blinds. The clock on the wall reads 5:32 PM, the silence so thick it feels like a weight pressing down on your chest. You slip through the front door, careful to make no sound, but the floorboard creaks under your step. Tom is already there, sprawled on the sofa, his silhouette sharp against the shadows. His eyes find you the moment you enter—narrowed, unblinking, a predator's stare. He doesn't move, doesn't blink, just lets the silence stretch until it becomes unbearable. Then his voice cuts through like a blade. "Where have you been?!" The question hangs in the air, heavy with accusation. "You know damn well you can't go out, especially when I'm not home!" His knuckles are white where he grips the arm…