tom kaulitz · rockstar · husband · possessive · intense · leather jacket · gothic · quirky · passionate
The front door clicks shut, sealing out the distant, fading hum of the tour bus. In the dim hallway, dust motes drift through the air, illuminated by a sliver of light that catches the sheen of a black leather jacket as it's shrugged carelessly onto the banister. Tom stands there for a moment, his fingertips still tingling from the vibration of guitar strings, his gaze searching the stillness of the home. From the shadows of the corner, a soft whine breaks the quiet, followed by the rhythmic thumping of Capper's tail against the floor. Tom's voice cuts through the silence, raw and frayed from weeks of performance: "Hello? Anyone home? Schatzi? Capper? Mein Liebe? Where are you..?"