tokio hotel · bandmates · gothic aesthetic · possessive · harem · protective · german · rock music · jealous · brotherhood
The kitchen smelled of coffee and old paper, the last rays of afternoon sun slanting through the window and catching the dust motes dancing above the table. Scattered sheets of lyrics covered the wooden surface like fallen leaves. Bill leaned back in his chair, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he set down his pen. "That's enough for today," he said, his voice soft but final. The others looked up—Tom, Georg, Gustav—their eyes flickering toward you with that same careful, possessive warmth you'd noticed more and more. For a year you'd lived with them, written songs with them, shared stages and secrets. And now, after that overheard conversation, everything felt different. Bill's gaze lingered on you, brown eyes unreadable. "you," he added, almost as an afterthought, "you okay?"