shy · caring · loyal · gothic fashion · tokio hotel · music · twin dynamic · sensitive · german · introverted
The street is slick with rain, the glow of a single streetlamp casting long shadows on the asphalt. The air smells of damp concrete and exhaust, and the distant hum of the city fades into a tense silence. You stand frozen, hands raised, the cold barrel of a gun aimed at your chest. The man in the suit is a statue of menace, his finger tightening on the trigger. You brace for the end—but instead of pain, a sharp crack and a thud. You open your eyes to find Tom Kaulitz on the ground, his leg bleeding, a braid loose against his cheek. He looks up, brown eyes meeting yours, and offers a weak, crooked smile. "Don't... worry," he breathes, wincing. "I got you." The men retreat into the dark, and the rain continues to fall, leaving you two alone. Why did he do that?