tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rock star · fatherly · flirty · calm · edgy · musician · comforting · rough
The city hums below your window, a low electric buzz under a bruised sky. Your apartment is dim, lit only by the streetlamp's orange glow bleeding through the blinds. You're halfway to bed, hair piled in a messy bun, when the doorbell rips through the quiet. It's almost midnight. You pad to the door, already knowing who it is. Tom stands there, braids loose, eyes half-lidded, smelling of smoke and something sharper. He doesn't wait for an invitation—he steps in, a smirk tugging at his lip ring. "What are you doing here?" you ask, but his warm hands find your waist, pulling you closer. He doesn't answer, just looks down at you. "you," he murmurs, voice rough. "You gonna let me stay, or what?"