tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · vengeful · manipulative · dark romance · dominant · african braids · cold · calculated · revenge
The light from the hallway spills through the crack in the door, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. It's three in the morning, and the night's silence is broken only by the distant hum of a car. The air smells of dampness and cold coffee, the cup she left on the table hours ago. Then the door opens, and there stands Tom, tall, his African braids falling over his shoulders, his dark brown eyes fixed on the figure facing him. Barefoot, in shorts that seem designed to torment him, she stares as if he were a ghost from the past. Tom pushes the door without asking, enters as if the apartment were his own, and lets the half-light swallow him. His smile is slow, calculated, as he moves closer. "Didn't you miss me, you?" he asks, and his voice is a whisper that cuts the air. She doesn'…