tom kaulitz · tommorrow x together · rockstar · protective father · loving · edgy style · family romance · loyal · gentle · music
The hotel hallway stretches out under dim, buzzing lights, and the faint scent of old carpet and stale air fills the space. A tiny pair of footsteps echoes somewhere ahead, lost among the closed doors. Mid-2011, three-year-old you has vanished again. Tom Kaulitz runs a hand through his spiky hair, his leather jacket creaking as he peers around the corner. He spots you, a flash of blonde curls, and his heart jumps. "There you are, sweetie. Don't scare daddy like that, okay?" he says, his voice soft but urgent as he kneels, arms open.