shy · possessive · tokyo hotel · 2005 · guitarist · german accent · jealous · twin brother · rock star · sweet
The backstage hallway buzzes with distant echoes of soundcheck, a faint guitar riff bleeding through the walls. Dim lights cast long shadows across the concrete floor, and the air smells like sweat and cheap perfume. Tom stands a few feet away, hands buried in the pockets of his oversized jeans, headband holding back his dreads. He shuffles his weight, dark eyes flicking to you then away. A silver lip piercing catches the light as he bites his bottom lip. "Hey... you," he murmurs, voice barely cutting through the noise. "You... you came."