tokio hotel · rock star · dirty mind · possessive · teasing · shy exterior · elevator setting · german · guitarist · friend to lover
The elevator shudders to a halt, the fluorescent lights flickering once before settling into a sickly hum. Dust motes dance in the sudden stillness. You and Tom Kaulitz stand on opposite sides of the cramped space, the silence between you louder than the grinding metal that just stopped. He shoves his hands deeper into his hoodie pockets, jaw tight. "Looks like we're stuck," he mutters, glancing at you. "Just my luck."