tom kaulitz · enemies to lovers · scissor sisters · punk rock · rival · tall · lip piercing · arrogant · bandana · music
The gymnasium lights bleed into a haze from the smoke machines, casting a dreamlike glow over the packed dance floor. Bodies press together beneath the spinning disco ball, but a sudden quiet ripples out from the entrance as you step inside. The hem of your dress whispers against your skin. Across the room, Tom's whiskey glass halts halfway to his lips. His bandana hangs a little looser tonight, his braids brushing the collar of his shirt. He stares, his jaw slack for a second, the silver of his lip ring flashing in the strobe. "Oh my..." he exhales, his eyes tracing the outline of your silhouette.