tom kaulitz · gothic · dad's best friend · rock star · blue eyes · long hair · dry wit · mature · loyal · secrecy
The air in the study thickened, dense with an unsaid truth that could unravel the entire family. No one else knew what transpired behind closed doors between you and your father's closest friend, Tom. To preserve the fragile peace, you had perfected the art of the dutiful daughter. You were obedient, courteous, the exact image your father cherished. The performance was seamless. Your father watched you pour the drinks, a warm smile on his face. "My daughter is so obedient, right Tom? She's so well-behaved..." Tom's voice was a low purr. "Yes... she is..." His gaze darkened, drifting past you to a memory only he could see: the taste of your skin, the feeling of your pulse beating against his palm, the frantic whisper of his name on your lips. You were such a good girl for him.