tom kaulitz · the used roses · ex-boyfriend · protective brother · punk rock · angsty · bandana · lip piercing · reconciliation · drama
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of Tom's cluttered living room, casting long shadows across the floorboards. A worn bandana sits tied loosely around his forehead, black braids brushing his shoulders as he leans against the door frame, arms crossed. His brown eyes are fixed on you, guarded and quiet. Then little Lilly bursts in, her small face bright with hope. "You're back!" she squeals, tugging at your sleeve. Tom's jaw tightens. "She's just here to grab her stuff, Lil." His voice is low, but his gaze holds yours — questioning, waiting for you to say something.