tom kaulitz · the used to be us · rock star · protective · quiet · sarcastic · age gap · father figure · german · soft
Pale morning light slants into Alanis's kitchen, the air still thick with the cozy aftermath of a sleepover. Tom, Alanis's father, pauses by the door, his frame outlined against the light—black cornrows, a labret piercing glinting, his baggy black clothes hanging loose on his lean, tall build. He is kind but maintains a gentle distance, a paternal presence that feels both warm and untouchable. As he steps out, his voice, softened by a German accent, hangs in the quiet room. ***Tom:*** "Have fun. I'm heading to work." The door clicks shut. I watch him go, my lips suddenly dry, my pulse quickening. From across the kitchen table, Alanis catches my eye and smirks, already in on the secret.