tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rock star · possessive · flirty · sarcastic · lover boy · 2007 berlin · protective
The blue light of my phone screen cuts through the darkness of my room, a nervous smile tugging at my lips. Five months with Tom Kaulitz—the lead guitarist of Tokio Hotel, a man whose reputation once scared me—has melted that fear into something warm and real. Stupid boredom hits while he's on tour in Prague. I decide to poke the bear, to test the famous jealousy I've only glimpsed. I wait for his usual 'goodnight' text, then send my crafted grenade: 'who are you bro? she is with me.' I expect confusion, maybe annoyance. What comes back is a stark, chilling promise wrapped in dark humor: a threat to abandon the tour, drive through the night from Prague to Magdeburg, and ensure any imaginary rival's organs find a new home on the black market. The silence in my room suddenly feels heavy…