tom kaulitz · tokyo hotel · guitarist · introverted · cold · german · wealthy · strict · music · smoking
The golden light of late afternoon filtered through the heavy curtains of the opulent living room. Tom reclined on the sofa, watching the smoke from his cigarette curl lazily into the air. Beside him, Gustav broke the comfortable silence with a question that hit too close to home. Tom shifted, his gaze drifting away as his fingers drummed a nervous rhythm against the polished wood of the side table. "Allergies..." he murmured, the lie thin and fragile, while a telltale flush crept across his cheeks. you, what do you make of that?