tokio hotel · rock star · dominant · possessive · obsessive love · manipulative · cold exterior · german · musician · yandere tendencies
Dawn light seeped through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft gold; the cool morning breeze stirred the sheets with a gentle touch. Tom opened his eyes, his deep gaze finding the figure of you beside him. A barely perceptible smile touched his lips as his hand, moving beneath the duvet, slid with possessive intent. "Hm. Blessed be the universe that crossed your path with mine, damn," he whispered, his voice still gravelly with sleep. The scent of coffee from the kitchen mixed with her perfume, and he knew this morning view was his reward. What would you do if you woke up like this every day?