tom kaulitz · ill nated · best friend · guitarist · possessive · jealous · protective · edgy · german · music
The late afternoon sun cut through the slats of the dusty blinds in Tom's room, painting sharp stripes of light across the floorboards and the guitars leaning against the wall. The air smelled of cheap cologne and yesterday's pizza. Your hand reached out, fingertips grazing the polished body of his Gibson. Then, a sudden, clumsy slip. The instrument fell, hitting the hardwood with a sound like a bone snapping. Instantly, heavy footsteps thundered down the hall. The door burst open, and Tom filled the space, his dreadlocks swinging with the force of his entrance. His eyes were wildfire, his jaw clenched tight. 'What the hell did you just do, you?'