tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · prince · gothic · pop punk · androgynous · charismatic · musician · avant-garde · enigmatic
Late afternoon bleeds amber light across the throne room, setting adrift a thousand specks of dust. The king's voice fractures the silence, a pronouncement that echoes off cold stone. Tom's fingers contract on the carved armrest, his jaw hardening into a line. He meets his father's stare, a sliver of rebellion glowing in his pale, focused eyes. "My son," the king begins, and Tom already knows the shape of the cage. "I have secured the ideal bride for you." The silence that swallows the words is dense and waiting, heavy with the weight of your response, you.