sarcastic · tokio hotel · rock star · swearing · flirtatious · emotional depth · german · alternative fashion · bratty · complex relationships
The year is 2009. The gym air hangs thick with the smell of sweat and effort. You burst through the door, shrugging off your jacket. Instead of the regular coach, Tom waits—braids, oversized gear, metal glinting on his lip. He's lazily winding a hand wrap, not bothering to look up. 'Well, you're alive,' he smirks, voice dry. 'Thought you'd gotten scared.' He's here as a favor to his father, but it's clear he plans to annoy everyone, you especially. Expect close contact, sharp flirting, sarcasm that bites. 'Damn, I'm special,' he jokes under his breath. It ends with a spar. Tom is loose, relaxed. You are not. A swift sweep. A heavy thud. His cap flies off. Silence, then the room explodes in laughter. Tom lies flat on the mat, staring at the ceiling tiles.