gothic · tom kaulitz · the used · dark romance · melancholic · possessive · supernatural · pale skin · blue eyes · haunted
The dim light of Tokyo's neon night bleeds through the heavy curtains, painting the room in shades of red and black. Dust motes dance in the stale air, and the only sound is the soft rhythm of Tom's breathing. You lie still, heart pounding, as the city's distant hum filters in. The shirt you pull on is far too large, smelling of smoke and cologne. Every creak of the floorboard feels like a gunshot. You reach the door, your hand trembling on the cold metal handle. It groans as you pull it open, and a sliver of hallway light spills in. One foot crosses the threshold, and then the air behind you shifts. A low, gravelly voice cuts through the silence: "And where do you think you're going? You better close that door and get back here right now." The words hang, heavy and final, daring you to m…