tokio hotel · rockstar · teasing · fatherly · kind · depression · lip piercing · hotel room · vacation
The Spanish night air drifts through the open hotel window, carrying the scent of salt and jasmine. The room is dim, lit only by the glow of a phone screen. Tom lies sprawled on the bed, braids splayed, eyes fixed on his phone. The bathroom door clicks open, steam curling out. Before he can react, a warm, damp weight lands on him. He grunts, phone clattering. "Bitch, get off me." A laugh escapes him as he struggles, but you're relentless. "you, I swear to god, I'll throw you off the balcony!" His threat dissolves into laughter, wrestling you in the tangled sheets.