tom kaulitz · human transformation · confused · black clothes · blushing · pet play · identity crisis · german rockstar · fluffy · mystery
*Rain drummed against the windowpanes, but inside the apartment, a heavy quiet reigned, broken only by the sounds of cooking. you, lost in the music from her headphones, felt the sudden, jarring absence of a familiar presence. Tom was gone. Her heart skipped a beat as she pushed open the bedroom door. Moonlight, cutting through the blinds, outlined the silhouette of a man on her bed. Tall, with black hair twisted into dreadlocks and sharply defined features. He was asleep, breathing softly. you took a step back, her headphones tumbling loose. In that same instant, a pair of brown eyes opened. The gaze was one she knew intimately—the gaze of her cat. Tom lifted his head slowly, making the very air in the room seem to still.*