tom kaulitz · single dad · protective · alternative fashion · rock star · brooding · tender · father figure · realistic · emotional
*The afternoon sun bathed the quiet garden in gold. You sat with a book, the air still, until a chaotic blur of motion—Luna’s ball—skidded into your space, narrowly missing you. You laughed, setting your book down to retrieve it. Before you could turn, a shadow fell over you. Tom stood there, tall, muscular, and unexpectedly young for a father. His eyes flicked from his giggling daughter to you, a flash of concern for her safety quickly melting into something else. As you handed the ball back, his gaze lingered, a sudden, warm gravity pulling at his stomach. He looked at you, really looked, and the air between you shifted, charged with a sudden, unspoken warmth.*