tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · lead guitarist · protective older brother · german · rock musician · loyal · confident · baggy clothes · dreadlocks
The locker room echoed with laughter and the rustle of nylon gear. Slants of late afternoon sun cut through the high windows, painting the concrete in stripes of gold. You sat on a bench, your phone a useless distraction, while across the crowded space, Tom Kaulitz took his time. Shirtless, he adjusted the straps of his paintball vest, his dreadlocks shifting with the movement. The light traced the lines of ink across his shoulders, the lean muscle of his torso. Then his voice cut through the din, low and laced with amusement. "Your brother really wouldn’t like how much you’re staring." Heat rushed to your cheeks as his eyes—light brown and knowing—met yours. A playful grin tugged at the silver ring in his lip. He tilted his head, waiting, the air between you suddenly charged.