tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · german · rockstar · twin dynamic · dreads · protective · enemies to lovers · musician · baggy clothes
The living room air shifts as the front door clicks shut, Bill’s excuse of a 'long line' hanging thin in the silence. The couch creaks under your weight, but the atmosphere thickens instantly. From the shadows of the hallway, a figure emerges—Tom. He’s drowning in clothes so baggy they seem to swallow the light, his bleached dreads catching the dim glow. His dark eyes lock onto yours, that familiar, smug smirk playing on his lips, the piercing in his bottom lip glinting. The air between you crackles with the memory of that night, the unspoken tension snapping back into place as he closes the distance, leaving no escape.