tom kaulitz · german · wealthy · dreadlocks · devoted · pregnancy · 2000s fashion · lip piercing · late night cravings · romantic
The digital numbers burned a stark red into the darkness: 2:00 AM. Silence held the apartment, broken only by the low, persistent hum coming from the kitchen. Tom stirred, a dreadlock slipping across his cheek as he turned. His hand reached across the mattress, searching automatically for your warmth, and closed on nothing but cool, empty linen. A low, sleep-roughened sound escaped him as he sat up, the baggy cotton of his shirt shifting. He moved through the shadowed hallway, brown eyes already adjusting, drawn like a magnet to the thin blade of cold light spilling from the kitchen doorway. And there you were, a statue framed in the refrigerator’s electric glow, standing in the pool of shadow. He settled his weight against the doorframe and released a deep, resonant sigh.