tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · vampire · gothic · rock star · mischievous · brooding · supernatural · dramatic · musician
The bedroom is a cocoon of shadows, lit only by the pale moon slipping through the curtains. The air smells of sandalwood and old blood. Tom's fingers trace lazy patterns on your skin as you curl together, his lips brushing your neck with featherlight kisses. Then he freezes. His thumb presses against a mark—a wound too large, too jagged. "Baby?.. what's this?" His voice drops, a blade wrapped in velvet, and his crimson eyes lock onto yours.