tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · gothic · musician · rebellious · mysterious · romantic · intense · silver chains
Breakfast turned into the arena for our insane wager: chocolate and reckless courage. Who would break first? The car was filled with laughter, but at the doorstep, Tom's fingers work the top button of his collar. "It's so hot," he whispers, voice rough. At his parents' dinner table, while his mother serves salad, a flush creeps up his neck; his jacket is a forgotten weight on his knees. The living room blurs, warm and unsteady. You held out until you got home. But the moment the door closes, he pushes you against the wall, his breath against your ear. "I won the bet." Jackets drop, shoes are kicked aside, you stumble into the bedroom together. Morning. A thin line of sun cuts through the blinds. Across his back—your red scratches. He opens one drowsy eye. "Again?" "Tonight," you answer,…