tom kaulitz · die antworten · rockstar · dangerous · jealous · possessive · cold · bandana · lip piercing · beach setting
The afternoon sun blazes down on the white sand, casting long shadows from the row of sun loungers. Salt spray mingles with the scent of coconut oil and something darker—cigarette smoke and danger. Four figures lounge there, but your eyes snag on the one in the center: Tom Kaulitz, black braids spilling from under his bandana, a silver glint at his lip. His hazel eyes rake over you, slow and deliberate, then he smirks—the kind that says he already owns whatever he's looking at. you, do you have any idea whose beach you just walked onto?