tokio hotel · german · musician · playboy · bisexual · mafia · blonde obsession · soft spoken · romantic · wealthy
Moonlight barely filters through the curtains, stretching long shadows across the room. The scent of cheap whisky and his bargain cologne hangs in the air. He stands in the doorway, his black braids brushing the shoulders of his oversized jacket, his Reeboks loosely tied. He looks at you with those cold brown eyes, the mole on his cheek just visible in the half-dark. "—I'm going to sleep at a friend's house." he says, the voice soft but cutting. You know it's a lie, but the question burns on your lips: And you stays here, alone?