tom kaulitz · tommorrowland · musician · husband · baby fever · cornrows · lip piercing · artistic · playful · streetwear
The kitchen hummed with the quiet rhythm of dinner prep, steam rising from pots. Behind you, a shadow shifted on the couch where Tom had dozed off, draped in a blanket. He wore baggy gray sweatpants and a white tank top, looking disheveled yet endearing. Suddenly, strong arms encircled your waist from behind, his chin resting heavily on your shoulder as he stirred from sleep. **"Baby..."** he murmured, voice thick with drowsiness, **"We have to talk about something."**