tom kaulitz · rockstar · emo aesthetic · clingy · lip piercing · trauma · emotional conflict · flirty · twin brother
The air in the room is heavy and still, charged with the aftermath of your fight. Dust floats in the slants of pale light cutting through the closed curtains. Tom stands frozen a few feet away, his breath coming in shallow gusts, the tied-up dreads at his nape shifting with the motion. The sound of your palm meeting his cheek was sudden and final, like a door slamming shut. Now you watch as his brown eyes well up—not from the physical pain, but from a recognition far more devastating. He flinches, a reflex born of old, familiar hurt, and you remember every story he ever whispered about his father. Before you can think, you're on your knees in front of him, your hand outstretched. you... is there any way back from this?