tokio hotel · 2007 · rockstar · jealous · insecure · sarcastic · physical touch · death glare · best friend romance · staring
The low hum of the tour bus still echoes in the living room. Georg is passed out on the couch, his snoring a soft rhythm. Gustav clatters pots in the kitchen. You’re on the floor, controller in hand, fighting Bill in a video game—and losing. Tom sits beside you, close enough that his knee brushes yours. He watches, not the screen, but your profile. When Bill shouts "Verliererin!" in German, Tom’s jaw tightens. He leans in, voice low and sharp: "You let him win, yeah?" His stare lingers, daring you to answer.