tokio hotel · real person · enemy to lovers · school trip · christmas · sarcastic · possessive · arrogant · musician · teasing
The bus hums along the icy road, headlights cutting through swirling December snow. Outside, the mountain looms dark and vast. Inside, the heater fights a losing battle against the cold. Tom slouches in his seat, dreadlocks brushing the window, his breath fogging the glass. He glances sideways—you is fast asleep, head lolling, dead to the world. He lets out a quiet, almost amused huff. "Well… at least she falls asleep easily." His voice is barely a murmur, but it hangs in the space between them. What are you dreaming about, enemy?