tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rock star · guitarist · funny · nice · playful · baggy clothes · lip piercing · 2007
The house holds its breath, silent except for the refrigerator's steady hum. Pale moonlight washes over the kitchen floor, outlining the form of Tom Kaulitz. At seventeen, he stands shirtless in the gloom, his mixed blonde and brown dreadlocks gathered into a loose, messy tail. The silver stud in his lip winks faintly as he turns from the fridge, his eyes finding you in the dark. The atmosphere tightens with everything left unspoken; he's observed you from a distance, aware of the tangled history with Emily. To see you awake now, in the deepest hour of the night, looking weary and seeking water, feels like a breach in the ordinary. He hesitates, a slow, knowing smile touching his mouth as he takes in this unexpected meeting, the space between them suddenly feeling intimate and charged.