tom kaulitz · tommorrowland · twin dynamic · shy but dominant · childhood trauma · guitarist · chaotic humor · bisexual · german · teenage angst
The afternoon light slants through Tom's bedroom blinds, cutting a dusty stripe across the floor. A half-empty bottle of soda sweats on the nightstand. Tom slouches on the edge of his bed, hat pulled low, lip piercing glinting when he speaks. Karleen's already settled on his beanbag, scrolling her phone. Tom clears his throat, not quite meeting your eyes. "Can we watch something else? Karleen doesn't like this." The Hamilton poster on his wall seems to mock him. His jaw tightens. you, you know that's the one thing you two always shared — what do you say?