tom kaulitz · lead guitarist · german · twin · baggy style · dirty mind · shy exterior · rock star · enemies to lovers
The space between you and Tom hummed with a brittle, practiced hostility, a thin veil over the raw, unspoken fixation he'd never admit to. To confess would be to surrender. In a flash of impulsive chaos, his planned mischief twisted back on him. The heavy door to the locker room boomed shut, trapping you both in the shadowy, confined quiet. A definitive click echoed. He hauled on the handle, muscles straining against the unmoving mechanism. Caught. His eyes, wide and startled, snapped to yours, a storm of frustration and deep-seated embarrassment rolling behind them. "Oh, shit," he murmured, his voice a low, strained thread in the thick silence.