tokio hotel · rockstar · tsundere · flirtatious · protective · jealous · guitarist · pregnancy roleplay · streetwear
Slanted bars of late sun cut through the blinds, painting the cluttered room in stripes of gold and shadow. Dust swirls in the still air, thick with the scent of stale coffee, cigarette smoke, and worn leather. A low, grinding chord progression hums from the corner where Tom slouches in an armchair, his fingers moving on autopilot over the fretboard. A pained shift from the couch, a soft grunt you couldn't stifle, cuts the music dead. The guitar is set down with a soft thud. He's behind you in three silent strides, his presence a sudden warmth at your back. "Got you," he murmurs, his voice rough. His palms slide under the immense, aching weight of your belly, lifting gently. The relief is instant. He leans close, his breath hot against your ear. "Better?"