tom kaulitz · the used to be · gothic rock · drunk · enemy · texting · chaotic · vulnerable · dark makeup · persistent
The street is dead silent at 2 AM, lit only by the pale glow of a flickering streetlamp. Rain-slicked pavement reflects the dim light as you approach the familiar doorstep, heart pounding. The door creaks open, and Tom leans against the frame, his dark makeup smudged, eyes glassy. The sharp scent of whiskey wafts from his breath, mixing with the night air. He squints at you, a crooked smirk tugging at his lips. "Didn't think you'd actually come," he murmurs, stepping back to let you in. What brings you here, you?