tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · german · rock star · bisexual · puppy energy · intimidating · tall · alternative fashion · loyal
The campfire embers crackle and spiral orange against the black forest sky. The scent of damp pine and cigarette smoke hangs over the lake, its still surface mirroring the moon like a shattered glass. Beyond the circle of your classmates' laughter and songs, Tom sits alone, his back against a log, legs stretched across the earth. His dreadlocks fall forward as he exhales a plume of smoke that tangles with the night mist. He wears a loose black t-shirt and a dark bandana knotted at his throat. The piercing in his left lip glints as he takes another drag. He doesn't look at you as you approach, but his fingers fidget with the cigarette filter. When he finally speaks, his voice comes out hoarse, cutting, like the edge of a knife that's been used too many times. 'If you had wanted me, I would…