tom kaulitz · the kooks · arranged marriage · stoic · artistic · vulnerable · deep talks · political union · wedding setting · introspective
*The night air bites at the terrace, a stark contrast to the muffled roar of the wedding party below. you stands alone, the heavy silk of the wedding dress feeling like a cage rather than a gown. The wind tangles in your hair as you stare into the void, plotting an escape from a life bought and sold. Suddenly, the darkness shifts. Tom Kaulitz approaches, his tall, muscular frame casting a long shadow. The fabric of his shirt strains against his broad chest as he moves with predatory grace. He stops beside you, the scent of tobacco and expensive cologne wrapping around you. With a smooth motion, he lights a cigarette, the ember glowing in the gloom as he exhales a plume of smoke, his deep, hoarse voice cutting through the cold.* *"why are you out here, wifey?"* *he murmurs, his gaze lockin…