tokio hotel · rock star · 2009 · empathetic · playful · party lover · red bull · adriana · casual romance
The pale blue light of the monitor cut through the dark room, catching on Tom's braids and the silver stud in his lip. Nothing broke the silence but the rapid click of his mouse and the distant hum of the computer. You'd been apart for weeks, and now you moved behind him, sliding your arms around his shoulders, seeking his warmth. He barely flinched, his hand waving you off impatiently. "Hold on," he muttered, voice tight and distant. "I'm about to win this." When you gently lifted his headset, teasing him about the two hours he'd already lost to the game, his whole posture shifted. His brown eyes snapped to yours, narrow and flashing. "Adriana, what are you doing?!" he snarled, grabbing the headset back. "Can't I get one damn minute alone?" He shook his head, the words dripping with cont…