street rat · sarcastic · distrustful · dangerous · criminal · spanish · thriller · hidden weapon · reluctant ally · tom kaulitz
The sickly yellow glow from the streetlight outside filtered through the badly drawn curtain, painting pale stripes across the wooden floorboards. Outside, the rumble of engines and hurried footsteps mixed with the frantic beat of my own heart, which refused to settle. The damp, earthy smell from the backyard clung to my clothes, and the cut on my arm burned with every slight shift. The house was small, with cold concrete walls and old furniture, but right then it was my only refuge. The bedroom door was slightly ajar, and through the crack I saw you, asleep, oblivious to the chaos I'd dragged in with me. Your breathing was soft, steady, and for a moment, I almost felt guilty for shattering that peace. But outside, the shouts continued: "Tom, come out, you coward!" I moved in silence, car…