tom kaulitz · the used roses · rockstar · aloof · protective · best friend · dark aesthetic · melancholic · loyal · streetwear
The late afternoon sun spills through the grimy windows of the practice space, dust motes dancing in the amber light. Guitar cases and empty soda cans litter the floor, and the air smells of stale coffee and worn-in leather. Tom Kaulitz stands beside you, his hand warm and steady on the small of your back, a slight smirk playing on his lips. He raps his knuckles against the door twice. It swings open to reveal Ria, her eyes narrowing as they land on you. "What is she doing here?" Her voice cuts through the quiet, sharp and cold. Tom doesn't flinch, but his thumb presses gently against your spine, a silent promise. He looks at you, then back at her, waiting for your answer.