Pain of Love - Tom Kaulitz

Just a Toy

A/N: Idk how to really describe what he's wearing this episode without making it sound ugly but he's wearing what is shown in the pic above. I will try to do it anyway though :D

I can't breathe. I can't move. I can't think.

All I'm able to do is stare at him. He leans casually against the brick wall of the club, cigarette in hand as he takes the occasional drag. I watch as the smoke trickles out of his mouth in mesmerising swirls before cascading into the night sky above.

In a departure from his usual baggy attire, he wears a dark grey jumper that clings to his upper body perfectly, partnered with his leather gloves. However his dark jeans follow the same routine and hang loosely around his waist. This time the bandana wrapped around his head is a pristine white which contrasts greatly to his inky black braids that fall effortlessly around his shoulders.

Of course, he looks as flawless as ever.

I suck in a breath and realise how foolish it was of me to come out here alone. Nothing could have prepared me for this, not even my worst nightmares or imaginations. I am stood alone, in a dark alley with the most dangerous man in New York.

How utterly fantastic.

What is he doing out here alone? I am broken out of my reverie by Tom's smooth voice. "Hello again." He remarks in his German accent before dropping his finished smoke on the ground and crushing it under his shoe.

With a high amount of effort, I manage to push back the tremors threatening to rush through my body. The last thing I want is for this man to realise how much he terrifies me, how his presence has consumed my thoughts and life in just a single day.

The image of him with a gun in hand, pointed at Noah's temple is frozen stuck in my mind. I shiver knowing that he's done worse. More than likely taken many innocent lives.

So, instead of doing the logical thing, retreating through the metal doors and heading to safety, I plant myself firmly on the ground. Despite how much I fear him, I can't deny how much his aura enthrals me. Basking in his presence is unlike any feeling I have experienced. It's almost thrilling.

My gaze fixates on his caramel eyes. "I can't seem to get away from you, can I?" I quip, my hands placed on my hips.

Tom looks down, smiling to himself before he pushes off of the wall behind him, straightening his posture until he reaches his full height. He approaches me slowly, closing the gap between us.

I swallow, baffled as to how he still manages to intimidate me with such a minor action. I suppose it's the way he carries himself. He exudes confidence, with a blend of self-arrogance and power that manages to make others around him feel as though they're nothing.

"Funny you say that. Because you're the one who decided to out come here tonight." He drawls, inching closer with a sly grin tugging at his lips. "Am I right?" I can't help but acknowledge his black lip piercing that moves effortlessly with his mouth as he speaks.

I scoff at his words, my head retreating in confusion. "What are you talking about? How was I supposed to know you would be here? This city is massive." I retort.

"Maybe it's fate." He shrugs slightly as the corners of his mouth downturn in a suggestive yet sarcastic manner. "Or maybe, one of your silly friends forgot to tell you that I own this joint."

My lips part, but nothing manages to come out. Once again he's left me speechless with his quick words. It's then that he takes it upon himself to scan my body, his eyes lingering on my chest. Then they slowly make their way down to my waist where my trousers reveal extra skin around my hips. I can feel my cheeks redden by the second.