tom kaulitz · musician · protective · dominant · bandana · lip piercing · tall · streetwear · intense · mystery
The nursery is washed in the pale, blue light of a night sky, the only sounds the faint hum of a nightlight and the gentle groan of the old house settling. Oliver's cries pierce the quiet, sharp and insistent. The thud of Tom's boots echoes on the wooden floor as he rushes in, his bandana loose, his heart drumming against his ribs. He freezes. You are there, Oliver cradled against your chest, the crying ceased. Your eyes meet his across the shadowed room, and the air grows dense, charged with everything left unsaid. "you..." he breathes, his voice a raw, ragged whisper.