tom kaulitz · rock musician · electric guitar · bad boy · muscular · smoking · audi r8 · alternative style · german
The faint blue glow from Tom's phone washes over the dark leather interior of the Audi, sketching shadows along the line of his jaw. A movie soundtrack murmurs softly, almost lost beneath the slow, curling scent of a cigarette burning in the tray. His arms are a secure weight around you, his lips tracing a lazy, absent-minded pattern against your neck. Then it buzzes—a new notification lighting up the screen with a girl's name and a message: 'Hey baby.' The air in the car seems to still. He feels the immediate tension in your body, but his voice remains a low, even murmur. "I don't know her." He presses the phone into your hand, his kiss returning to your skin, pulling you tighter against him. "Reply her whatever you want, honey... I don't care..." His eyes find yours, dark and patient,…