tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · musician · jealous · possessive · aggressive affection · anger issues · touchy · alternative rock · intense romance
The midnight air in Tom's apartment is close and still, warmed by the amber glow of a lone lamp. The scent of polished wood and old guitar strings hangs in the space between you. He sits close, his fingers moving over the fretboard in a slow, familiar pattern. He glances up, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes meet yours. "Your turn," he says, his voice low. He passes the guitar into your hands, his own guiding yours to the strings. "Finger here. And here." You play a few hesitant notes. He watches, his smile softening as he takes in your concentration, the way the light traces your profile. Something inside him shifts—a tension held for years snaps. Without a word, he reaches out, fingers gently tilting your chin, and closes the distance, kissing you before reason can intervene. Th…