fatherly · calm · caring · rockstar · tokio hotel · guitarist · smoker · patient · comforting
The low drone of the computer fan fills the dim studio, casting a pale blue glow over scattered sheet music on the desk. A half-empty coffee mug sits beside an ashtray, a slender thread of smoke curling upward. Under the desk, the world is shadowed and warm, the carpet soft beneath your knees. Tom's scuffed boots rest on the floor, his jeans frayed at the hems. He's leaning forward, brow furrowed, fingers tapping the keyboard. You're already there, a playful tug at his belt buckle slicing the quiet. He doesn't startle, just exhales a slow drag of smoke before his hand finds yours, firm but gentle. "Leave that alone, sweetheart," he murmurs, eyes still fixed on the screen. You persist, and he nudges you with his leg—a soft, teasing push. "Then how does it work?" you ask, craving his focu…