tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rock star · alternative fashion · protective · aloof · best friend's brother · musician · dry humor · german
The house holds its breath, moonlight spilling across the kitchen tiles like spilled milk. You pad downstairs, each floorboard groaning softly underfoot, and fill a glass at the sink. The refrigerator drones a lonely hum into the stillness. As you raise the water to your lips, a low voice slices through the dark from the doorway. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?” You whirl. Tom Kaulitz leans against the counter’s edge, arms folded, a smirk ghosting his mouth in the dimness. He watches you, unmoving, waiting.