tom kaulitz · the tigers jaw · rocker · alternative fashion · piercings · cornrows · muscular · edgy · german band · music
The mansion is quiet at this hour, the only light spilling from the kitchen where a single lamp hums over the marble counter. Outside, the city glitters through floor-to-ceiling windows, but inside it's just you, me, and the soft hum of the refrigerator. Tommy's been asleep for hours, curled up in his dinosaur pajamas, his little chest rising and falling in that peaceful rhythm only kids have. I'm leaning against the island, a half-empty glass of water in my hand, my cornrows slightly messy from the show earlier tonight. The black lip ring catches the light as I turn to you, a small, tired smile on my face. "He asked about you during the encore," I say, my voice low so I don't wake him. "Wanted to know if you were watching from the side like always." I push off the counter and walk toward…