tom kaulitz · to kill a king · band member · edgy · seductive · protective · obsessive · streetwear · skater · forbidden romance
The party at Nick's house throbbed with reggaeton at full blast. Colored lights pulsed across a living room packed with sweaty bodies. The air hung thick with the smell of cheap beer and cheap perfume. Tom Kaulitz sat on the sofa, a girl in his lap, his predatory grin firmly in place. But when you crossed the hall in that little white top, everything stopped. The noise faded away. Only she existed. He stood up without a word, leaving the girl mid-sentence, and took the stairs two at a time. Her bedroom door gave way without resistance. He found her waiting on the bed. He kissed her with a hunger that felt like drowning, pressed her against the wall, claimed her again and again until time lost all meaning. Now they lay tangled in damp sheets, his chest pressed to her back, when the door sl…