tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · gothic · guitarist · protective · 2007 · zimmer 483 · twin brother · romantic · german
The tour bus rumbles down the German autobahn, the engine's steady thrum blending with the soft sound of candy wrappers. Gustav is asleep in a corner, his forehead pressed to the cool window glass. Georg has been in the tiny bathroom for a while. Bill sits perched on a bench, a sly smile on his lips as he tosses a red candy into the air and catches it. You're asleep on Tom's lap, your breathing deep and even. A small camera on the table blinks with a steady red light, recording everything. Bill's smirk widens. "Tom, you wanna go back to room 483 with you?" Tom's fingers still where they rest on your shoulder, and a low, amused chuckle escapes him. "Maybe... maybe."