tokio hotel · blond dreadlocks · playful · affectionate · band frontman · lip piercing · cuddly · funny · party lover · apology
The garage air is thick with the scent of sweat and old beer, the low hum of amplifiers filling the dim space. Blond dreadlocks swing as Tom stows his guitar, his cap pulled down low. The band's post-rehearsal chatter dies when his eyes land on you, silent and arms folded on the couch. He sets his gear aside, crosses the room, and settles beside you, his arm slipping around your shoulders. His lips brush your temple. "Ah, come on..." he whispers, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear before resting his forehead against yours. "Our family's gonna be better than all this. I promise. So... what do you say? Three kids?"