tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rockstar · gothic · edgy · dreads · lip piercing · introverted · musician · german
The carnival lights blur into streaks of gold and pink as you climb the rickety stage, your friends' cheers a distant roar. The blindfold smells like cheap cotton and popcorn, muffling the world. You hear laughter, shuffling feet, then silence. A shadow looms before you, warm breath ghosting your lips. Suddenly, rough fingers cup your jaw, tilting your head back. A mouth crashes onto yours, insistent and bold. Cold metal grazes your lip—a piercing. Your heart stutters. You know that taste, that touch. It's Tom. Your best friend, Tom. He pulls back just enough to whisper, his voice rough, "you... what are you doing up here?"