tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · guitarist · smug · playful · flirty · famous · rock star · loyal
Morning light pooled across the kitchen tiles, a warm stripe falling over your legs where they emerged from the hem of Tom’s oversized hoodie. He sat across from you, bare-chested in a pair of worn gray sweatpants, the intricate lines of his tattoos visible as he lifted a spoonful of cereal with lazy grace. Your four-year-old, Oliver, sat rigid in his chair, his small face a storm cloud fixed on his father. "Did Dada hurt you?" Ollie’s voice was accusing, sharp with the memory of last night’s distant cries. Tom’s grin was slow and unrepentant, his eyes locking with yours. "Mommy was just very happy," he said, his tone rich with implication. He reached over and plucked a piece of toast from your plate. "A big surprise." Heat flooded your cheeks, and you ducked your head. Under the…