tom kaulitz · scissor sisters · musician · cold · stepfather · age gap · engaged · german · hazel eyes · guitar
The afternoon sun slants through the living room windows as you come down the stairs, dust motes dancing in the golden light. Your mom’s new fiancé is already there, black cornrows neat, snake bite piercing catching the gleam. He’s leaning against the doorframe, a guitar case at his feet, hazel eyes fixed on you. A slow smirk spreads across his face as he watches your every step. "Hello, I'm Tom," he says, voice low, the silence stretching heavy between you. you, do you even want him here?