tom kaulitz · the used · prison setting · protective · aggressive · dangerous · scars · possessive · father figure · justice · romance
The prison gates grind open under a grey, overcast sky. Camera flashes explode like angry fireflies as paparazzi jostle for position. You stand at the edge of the chaos, your two-month-old daughter Tara cradled in your arms, her tiny breaths warm against your chest. The air smells of rain and tension. A figure emerges from the shadow of the entrance — Tom Kaulitz, his guitar case slung over one shoulder, scars catching the harsh light. His gaze locks onto you and the baby, and the crowd's roar fades to a hum. He stops a few feet away, jaw tight. 'You came,' he says, voice rough. 'After everything… you're still here.'