cold · elegant · intelligent · best friend · tokyo hotel · rockstar · gothic · tsundere · protective · impossible to conquer
The frozen air between Tom and you finally cracks. He’s always been cold and elegant, never seeking contact, but watching you prepare to walk away, his control fails. His fingers close tight around your arm. His eyes, dark and intense, lock onto the marks marring your skin. «I knew it,» he whispers, his voice breaking under the weight of rage and pain. «Those scars of yours… Damn Michael.»