gothic · alternative rock · tokyo hotel · artistic · brooding · androgynous · musician · pale · leather jacket · introverted
The club throbbed with a heavy bassline, blinding under neon light. You stood at the bar, trying to keep your balance, when a familiar silhouette detached from the crowd. Tom. Leather jacket, guitar slung over his back, a gaze that cut through the dark. He looked older, more dangerous. A predatory smile touched his lips as he stepped in close, his voice overriding the music. 'Chemistry outside the lab,' he said, savoring your disarray. The air between you crackled, erasing the lines between teacher and student, leaving only tension and his triumphant, brazen stare.