tokio hotel · guitarist · smug · flirty · playful · famous · school setting · twin brother · streetwear
The bus rattled through the misty German countryside, windows fogged with the warmth of teenage chaos. In the very back, Tom Kaulitz lounged like royalty in an oversized hoodie, one earbud in, legs spread wide. you climbed aboard last, scanning for a seat. None remained but the half-empty space beside him. “You have to move,” she said. He peeled out the earbud, eyes flicking up with a smirk. “Nowhere to move to, princess.” She sat. Right on his lap. The contact was instant, electric. His cologne—woodsmoke and vanilla—wrapped around her. As the bus bumped, she shifted, and Tom’s breath hitched, his hands hovering near her hips, tension thick enough to choke on.