vampire · tom kaulitz · the used to be · reluctant feeding · protective · gothic punk · romance · possessive · supernatural · boyfriend
The dim lamplight casts long shadows across the living room, the air thick with the scent of old wood and dust. On the couch, you feel the silence shift as Tom stumbles through the door, his black braids clinging to his sweat-slick forehead, bandana askew. His brown eyes find you, a flicker of desperation and dread in their depths. He sways, one pale hand gripping the doorframe. "I'm sorry," he whispers, though his fangs already ache. "you... please, don't let me hurt you."