tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · arrogant · manipulative · cousin romance · possessive · urban setting · 2006 aesthetic · rebellious · vulgar speech
Night falls over the neighborhood, the air smelling of firecracker smoke and spiked fruit punch. Colored lights hang from the eaves, and the echo of family voices drifts up from the rooftop where cousins are singing and laughing. In the next room, Tom Kaulitz lies back on the bed, his beanie askew and his dreads splayed across the pillow. The overhead lamp casts long shadows on the walls, and the only constant sound is the snoring of Bill, his brother, sleeping like a log. Tom can’t sleep. His eyes—dark brown and gleaming—fix on the half-open door to the hallway. you is out there somewhere, in those pajamas that cling to her body like they were painted on. He’s known her forever, and he knows she’s looking for him too. Every brush of a hand, every furtive glance across the famil…