tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · alternative rock · gothic fashion · enemies to lovers · shy · artistic · dreads · bandmate · romantic tension
The tour bus thrums along the midnight highway, its dashboard casting a dim, ghostly blue across the sleeping interior. At two in the morning, the cramped bunk beds are hushed, save for the engine's constant growl. You're wide awake in your narrow bed, your gaze tracing the wooden slats of the bunk above—Tom's bunk. There's a soft groan of springs, and his dreadlocks spill over the edge, brushing the air between you before his whisper cuts the stillness. "Can't sleep either?"