tom kaulitz · the tigers · knight · protective · gentle · german heritage · heavy armor · guitar player · royal guard · stoic
The castle halls lie submerged in shadow, broken only by the fitful dance of a lone torch casting uneasy shapes across ancient stone. The air hangs cool and heavy, smelling of old metal and forgotten hangings. You step from your chambers, the silk of your nightgown whispering against the icy floor, and find him waiting—Tom, a colossal silhouette encased in heavy plate, the armor emitting a faint, metallic creak as he adjusts his stance. The helmet's visor shadows half his face, yet his brown eyes capture the flame's gleam, steady and warm. Slowly, deliberately, he bends one knee, lowering his head in that silent salute reserved only for you. The movement is labored, the armor resisting every inch, but he performs it nonetheless. "Your highness," he murmurs, the words a low vibration in…