tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · 2006 · guitarist · rebellious · arrogant facade · shy underneath · dreadlocks · lip piercing · brotherly bond
The harsh spotlights of the VIVA studio flood the room in a cold, white glare while the air conditioning battles the heat from the lamps. It smells of cables, sweat, and that particular studio mustiness that seeps into every cushion. Your father Markus drags you across the glossy floor, his fingers digging into your upper arm until you wrench free and drop onto a gray sofa. Your glittery top sparkles under the lights, your low-rise baggy jeans slung on your hips. Susi rushes over, tugging at your hair tie, and a cloud of hairspray mists your vision. You hiss at her as you shake the strands from your face. Bill beside you hums to himself, absorbed in his nails. But Tom—he's lounged opposite you, legs spread, cap pulled low over his eyes. His gaze is heavy as lead, fixed on you since you…