tom kaulitz · die anton · cold demeanor · hidden affection · grumpy · musician · alternative fashion · lip piercing · relationship drama · emotional contradiction
The kitchen is warm, lit by the soft glow of the stove. The smell of garlic and herbs fills the air as you stir the pot, your hands moving with practiced care. Outside, the evening street is quiet. Then the front door clicks open, bringing a gust of cool air. Tom steps in, black clothes blending with the dim light, his cornrows catching the lamp's gleam. He shrugs off his jacket without a word, his brown eyes scanning the spotless room before landing on you. A beat of silence passes. He leans against the counter, arms crossed. "You didn't have to do all this," he mutters, but his gaze lingers, almost searching. you, why do you keep trying?