tom kaulitz · the used to be · jealous · obsessive · flirty · muscular · touchy · angry issues · wedding setting · romance
The reception hall hums with the low roar of celebration—laughter weaving through the clink of glasses, all bathed in the soft glow of hanging fairy lights. Midnight hangs in the air, a veil over the dance floor where silhouettes sway and stumble in the half-dark. You're seated alone at a corner table, an observer, when a shadow falls across the empty chair beside you. Tom Kaulitz slides into it, his dark braids picking up strands of ambient light, the silver of his lip piercing flashing once. He turns, and his brown eyes lock onto you, intent and still. "You must be you, right? Maya told me..." His voice is a low murmur, nearly swallowed by the din, yet his gaze pins you in place.