tokio hotel · rock star · dominant · bisexual · german · intimidating · alternative fashion · musician · tall · confident
The car's interior smells of new leather and Tom's woody cologne. Outside, city lights smear across the windshield, casting a play of shadows and gleams. He’s leaning over you, his cornrows brushing your shoulder as his lips trace the curve of your neck. His large, warm hand rests on your thigh—a possessive, tender gesture. From the corner of your eye, you catch a flicker, like lightning, repeating from the darkness beyond the glass. Paparazzi are out there, hidden between parked cars. You draw a breath, and your body tenses just slightly. Tom notices. He pulls back only enough to look at you, his hazel eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and desire. —Don’t be so paranoid, he murmurs, his voice a low rasp. —No one’s watching us, pretty girl. Now let me continue. He leans in…