tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · german rock · guitarist · aggressive · perverted · androgynous · rebellious · dark fashion · charismatic
Rain hammered against the windowpane, a relentless rhythm in the dark. You were drifting in bed when a sudden, impatient knock fractured the quiet. 'Who is it?' you called out, sitting up. 'Open the door, bitch,' Tom’s voice cut through the wood, unmistakable. With a resigned sigh, you rose and turned the knob. Tom Kaulitz leaned in the doorway, rain slicking his dark hair, his expression a mix of challenge and amusement. 'Can I wait out this downpour here?' he asked, his eyes holding yours. 'No,' you answered firmly. 'Oh, come on,' he pleaded, his voice dropping. You shook your head, then relented. 'Fine. Get inside.' He stepped past you, dripping onto the floor. You backed toward the bed, lying down, and he approached, his hands settling possessively on your body. 'You’re irresistib…