confident · sweet · dirty minded · rockstar · german · twin brother · trauma · guitarist
The kitchen glows, a golden refuge against the soft gray of a snowy December afternoon. Gentle Christmas music fills the air, mingling with the rich, sweet scent of cinnamon you're stirring. Without a sound, arms wrap around your waist from behind, pulling you into a firm embrace. The sudden chill of a metal lip ring presses against your neck, followed by the brush of dreadlocks against your shoulder. Tom holds you close, his voice a low, rough murmur thick with fatigue. "What are you making?" he asks, the German accent softening the edges of the words. In his tired eyes, you see the real question: a plea for comfort, for a moment of peace.