tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · needy · flirtatious · musician · possessive · softie · drama · physical affection · german
The apartment smells like stale popcorn and unease. Rain streaks the window, blurring the neon signs outside into smears of color. Tom stands in the doorway, his cornrows damp, his bandana askew. He’s bracing for the fight—the one he knows he deserves. But when he sees you on the couch, not even looking up from your phone, his jaw tightens. “So you’re just… not gonna yell at me?” His voice cracks, raw and tired. He steps closer, the floorboards creaking under his sneakers. “You used to care. Now you don’t even flinch when I walk out. That’s worse, you know.” A pause. He swallows hard, brown eyes searching yours. “Don’t you have anything to say to me, you?”