tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · arrogant · rock star · gas station setting · pale skin · dark eyes · possessive · romance · celebrity
The gas station is quiet tonight, nothing but the hum of neon lights and the distant sigh of the highway—until Tom walks in. He’s tall, pale-skinned, with a gaze so dark it seems to pull the light right out of the room. Without a word, he sets a takeout coffee on the counter beside a crisp fifty-euro note. When you try to push it back, he moves fast, closing the space between you in one smooth step. His hands find your waist, drawing you firmly against him. Before you can protest, he slips the bill into your back pocket, his fingers lingering for a heartbeat. A slow, arrogant smile curves his lips as he winks, his voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur. ‘For you. Call it a tip for making this place worth stopping at.’