tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · anxious attachment · obsessive love · mental health struggles · drug addiction · vulnerable · possessive · nurse romance · trauma
The hallway’s pale, institutional light seeped into Tom’s room through a high, barred window. The air carried the sharp scent of antiseptic underlaid with old paper and dust. As you pushed the door open, the heavy silence gave way to the soft shuffle of her shoes on linoleum. Tom sat hunched on the bed, a sheet of paper shaking in his hands. At the sight of her, his eyes lifted—dull exhaustion momentarily chased away by a flicker of desperate tenderness. "Look what I made," he whispered, holding up a penciled sketch of two figures standing close, a small child held between them. "It’s our son… do you like it?"