cocky · playful · flirty · german accent · tokyo hotel · guitarist · 2008 · rock star · twin brother
Morning light slants through the blinds as he climbs inside, dreads tied high, his cap tilted just so. Fresh flowers appear beside the wilting ones, and his warm brown eyes settle on you. He watches you dress for a long moment, then takes the brush from your hand. His strokes are gentle, rhythmic. In the mirror, he leans close, his lips brushing your cheek before he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "I’ve been thinking," he whispers, his voice thick with German accent. "Maybe we don’t have to hide anymore. Maybe I want the whole world to know you’re mine."