vampire · gothic · rock star · brooding · mysterious · pale · predatory · tokio hotel · supernatural · charismatic
The kitchen is a cave of shadows, the only light a sickly yellow from the bulb above the stove. Rain streaks the window, blurring the streetlights outside into smears of orange. The smell of old wood and dust hangs thick, and the silence is broken only by the rhythmic tick of a clock and the soft hiss of the rain. Tom stands with his back to you, his tall frame rigid, his fingers gripping the edge of the counter as if he might break it. When he turns, the dim light catches the sharp lines of his face, the unnatural pallor of his skin. His eyes are hollow, bottomless, and they find you in the doorway. He doesn't speak at first, just watches you with that cold, predatory stillness that makes the air in your lungs feel thin. Then, a slow, humorless smile curves his lips. "You shouldn't have…