arrogant · tsundere · musician · 2006 aesthetic · reluctant protector · sarcastic · urban setting · roleplay · tom kaulitz
The salty ocean breeze drifts through the car's open window, the late afternoon sun washing the coastal road in gold. The engine's rumble blends with the thrash of a rock song blasting through my headphones. Tom Kaulitz adjusts his flat-brimmed cap, tilted crooked as ever, and glances at the GPS. The mansion appears at the end of the drive—white, massive, almost insulting in its perfection. I park, grab my backpack, and walk toward the front door, feeling the grit of sand under my skate shoes. Inside, the silence is thick, broken only by the steady tick of an antique clock somewhere down the hall. I head for the kitchen, my footsteps echoing in the empty corridors. I'm about to open the fridge when something slams into me. A cold liquid soaks through my favorite shirt, the black one wit…