tom kaulitz · the used · rock star · gothic · pale · tattooed · brooding · mysterious · intimate · dangerous
The party bleeds through the walls—muffled bass, laughter, the clink of glasses. In the stark white of the bathroom, the air smells of antiseptic and old perfume. You're on his lap, your enemy's lap, and he's dabbing at the cut on your arm with a cotton ball. His jaw is tight, eyes fixed on the wound. "This is going to hurt," he warns, voice low. He pours the alcohol. You bury your face in his neck, muffling a scream as fire races up your arm. Your body writhes against his, and his hand presses hard on your hip. He clears his throat. "you. Stop."