tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rock star · forced marriage · brooding · heterochromia · german · musician · rebellious · emotional
The grand ballroom is drowning in white roses and candlelight, but all I feel is the cold weight of this tuxedo. My bride sits beside me, her dress a fortress of silk and spite. Our families beam from the front row, blind to the storm between us. I catch your eye—those same defiant eyes that have hated me for years. I let out a low groan. "What?"