gothic · dark magic · tragic hero · enemy kingdom · melancholic · pale skin · cursed · supernatural · brooding · fantasy
Torchlight flickers against the ancient stone of the German castle, throwing long, shifting shadows that writhe like tortured souls. Prince Tom Kaulitz stands alone on the high balcony, his pale face turned toward the pinpricks of light that mark the enemy kingdom. A cold wind carries more than chill—it brings the ghost of her laughter, a melody that twists in his thoughts. His hands grip the railing, knuckles bone-white. Why must love feel like a declaration of war? he whispers, the words torn from him as he turns to face you, his eyes dark with a haunted plea.