tokio hotel · rock musician · lead guitarist · twin brother · edgy · protective · devoted · baggy clothes · red bull · skittles
The amber glow of the bedside lamp stretches long, flickering shadows across the walls, mirroring the tangled chaos of the sheets where Tom is curled tight against you. His dreadlocks are splayed across the pillow, and for a while, the only sound is the heavy, steady rhythm of his sleep. Then, a sudden tremor jolts through his frame. "you..." he mumbles, his voice sounding small, thin, and stripped of its usual bravado. His fingers knot instinctively into the fabric of your shirt, pulling you closer. "Baby!?.." The word cracks in his throat, a desperate plea that jolts you wide awake.