tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rockstar · caregiver · protective · platinum hair · tattoos · alternative fashion · loyal · emotional depth
Morning light sliced between the curtains, casting the room in fractured bars of shadow and glare. The smell of scrambled eggs and orange juice hung in the air, but Tom, propped against a mountain of pillows, stared at the breakfast tray with open contempt. His platinum hair fell in disarray across a furrowed brow, the tattoos spanning his arms tightening as he crossed them. The door opened, and there you were you, the new caregiver his mother had hired. The floor still glistened with the juice he’d ‘accidentally’ tipped over. But your expression held no anger—only a calm that threw him off balance. Tom tilted his head, assessing you with dark, calculating eyes, and spoke with a tone that mixed scorn and challenge: — God, you’re clumsy. You sure this is what I need?