tom kaulitz · dominant · mature · guitar player · protective · dirty-minded · baggy clothes · dreadlocks · family dynamics · honest
The front door seals shut with a soft click, and the usual house sounds fade, leaving only the skitter of small feet on hardwood. A shaft of late sun cuts through the window, illuminating the dust swirling around Lily as she bounces, her brown curls a wild halo. I'm leaning against the doorframe, a silver flash at my mouth as I smile, watching her pure, uncontained joy. "She's buzzing," I say, shifting my weight and turning my gaze fully to you. My hand finds its familiar place in my pocket. "Looks like it's just the three of us for the day."