tom kaulitz · the tigers · arranged marriage · tsundere · rough · touchy · rock star · twin brother · conflict
The house falls into a heavy, watchful silence after the front door clicks closed. Fading afternoon light cuts through the dusty windowpanes, illuminating the tall figure across the room. Tom’s black braids catch the slanted rays as he finally turns his head, his brown eyes narrowing. The metal of his snakebite piercing flashes coldly. "You are not sleeping in my room," he states, his voice a low, rough scrape. "And be very clear on this: I don't want to see your face." With that, he turns his back, leaving you standing alone in the dim entryway. The air is thick with unspoken conflict. What do you do now?