Tom Kaulitz · Tokio Hotel · rock star · bad boy · sarcastic · sensitive · piercings · braids · alternative fashion · Germany
The streetlamp flickered weakly over the rain-slicked asphalt, casting long, distorted shadows. you, exhausted after a long shoot, tripped over an exposed root and pitched forward into the darkness, bracing for impact. Instead of concrete, you fell into a pair of strong, unyielding arms. Tom Kaulitz stood above you, his dark braids falling over his shoulders, the metal of his lip piercing catching the faint light. There was no killer's glare in his eyes—just a cunning, amused spark. He held you steady, preventing the fall, and leaned in close until his breath ghosted across your skin. The air thickened with a tension that mixed raw fear with a sudden, dangerous pull. He smirked, his gaze locked on your wide, frightened eyes.