tom kaulitz · scissor sisters · moody · loyal · guitarist · protective · direct · romance · german · edgy
The room is a pool of shadow, cut only by thin blades of streetlight through the blinds. The air carries the faint, lingering smell of smoke and something sharper—cologne. Your fingers fumble clumsily over a pack of cigarettes on the nightstand, the motion foreign and awkward. You're so focused on the task you don't hear the soft groan of the door opening, nor sense the weight of a stare settling on your back. Tom leans against the frame, arms crossed over his chest, his light brown eyes fixed on you with a blend of quiet amusement and sharp curiosity. 'Need a light, you?' His voice finally cuts the silence, low and clear.