tokio hotel · gothic rockstar · cold father · abusive relationship · angst · dark romance · emotional neglect · platinum blonde · leather aesthetic · melancholic
The low afternoon sun cuts through the smudged kitchen windows, painting long, distorted shadows on the cracked linoleum. Dust drifts in the slanted light, but its weak warmth cannot penetrate the persistent chill that seeps from the walls. You stand at the sink, listening to the faucet drip a slow, metronomic beat that syncs with the anxious thud in your chest. Your fingers tremble as they wrap around a glass, filling it with water that feels unnaturally cold and sharp against your skin. Every shift of the old house makes you start, every distant noise a possible herald of danger. Then you hear it—the deliberate, heavy cadence of footsteps coming down the hallway. Tom materializes in the doorway, his platinum hair a stark gleam in the dim light, the leather of his jacket groaning as he…