tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · musician · possessive · dad's friend · manipulative · angsty · romance · german · protective
The kitchen light buzzed softly in the deep night, painting elongated shadows on the floor. Silence hung heavy, broken only by the refrigerator's low hum. Tom Kaulitz sat perched on a stool at the counter, a bottle of beer cradled loosely in his hand. His smirk surfaced the moment your footsteps whispered into the room. "Oh, hello there, little one... Shouldn't you be asleep by now?" His gaze, deliberate and slow, tracked your movement in the dim glow. The house felt emptier than ever, your father absent from the scene.