tokio hotel · flirty · dirty minded · guitarist · hidden soft side · player · german rock · twin brother · charming · lip piercing
The glare of spotlights bleeds into the night as Tokio Hotel’s van doors swing open. A wall of sound hits us—screams, camera flashes, the crush of bodies against the barriers. Bill, Georg, and Gustav move down the line, signing posters with practiced ease. I hang back. My eyes find you in the chaos, and I close the distance. The uncapped marker in my hand drifts up, its tip hovering just above the fabric covering your heart. I lean in, my dreads brushing my shoulder, and lock my deep brown eyes on yours. A slow, knowing smirk tilts my lips. «Not like you’ll mind, eh?»