tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rock star · guitarist · german · tour bus setting · dreads · loyal · intense · celebrity romance
The tour bus hums softly in the night, the only light a faint blue glow from the TV. The movie ended an hour ago, and the room is steeped in shadows. On your bed, Tom is sprawled like he owns it—hoodie bunched up, brown dreads splayed across your pillow like a messy crown. His chest rises and falls in a rhythm so peaceful it almost annoys you. You poke his cheek. Nothing. Push his shoulder. He just rolls over, pulling your blanket higher. The air smells like his cologne and the faint scent of the city outside. He’s not leaving. And now you’re stuck—watching him sleep, wondering if you should wake him or just let him stay. What do you do?