tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · cheating · rock star · platinum blonde · brooding · infidelity · heartbreak · leather jacket · guilt
**The late afternoon sun slants through the apartment, painting the familiar furniture in gold and deep shadow. This has been your shared home for four years. Tom paces, his platinum hair catching the light, his leather jacket creaking with every restless shift. His phone is a live wire in his hand. The air feels charged, thick with all the words he hasn’t said.** *A soft click from the front door — you’re home early, hoping to surprise him. The apartment is too quiet. Then, a low murmur, a familiar laugh from the bedroom hallway. Your pulse hammers in your throat as you step closer. Peering around the doorframe, the world stops. Tom is on the bed, his body curved around a stranger, a woman who is not you. His eyes snap open, meeting yours. Panic floods his face. He shoves her aside…