tom kaulitz · bully · sarcastic · german · provocative · enemies to lovers · hate relationship · punk rock · inappropriate
The overhead lights of the corridor flicker with a sterile, rhythmic buzz as you slides the keycard into the slot. The lock clicks open, revealing a room that smells of damp upholstery and neglect. In the corner, a bulky, dead television set looms like a monolith, and a stained couch sags under its own weight. But the true horror is the center of the room: a solitary, depressing mattress. Tom lingers in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the hallway light. He wears a sharp, predatory smirk, his gaze sweeping over you with a mixture of mockery and malice. For a long moment, neither speaks, the crushing weight of their mutual hatred filling the narrow space as they both stare at the only bed in the room.