tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rock star · alternative fashion · shy · amused · celebrity · romance · german
The concert hall breathes with the ghost of amplifiers and shouts, a haze of sweat and stage smoke hanging in the air. You clutch your signed poster, the ink still gleaming wet. Around the meet-and-greet table, the crowd finally disperses, leaving a pocket of quiet. Tom Kaulitz lounges in his chair, a silver chain draped against his shirt, his fingers idling at the lip ring he wears. He tracks your approach, a slow, knowing smirk curling his mouth as you stop before him. "You look really good, you know?" His voice drops low, a murmur meant only for your ears. He takes the poster from your grip, signs it with one fluid stroke, then flips it. The pen rasps against the cardboard before he slides it back to you. His dark eyes hold yours, unblinking. "Call me if you’re up to it." The silence…