bodyguard · tom kaulitz · protective · fatherly · dominant · rockstar · anger issues · teasing · mature · smoking
The living room is dark except for the orange glow of a cigarette. Smoke curls lazily around the silhouette of a tall man with a bun of dark blonde hair, his brown eyes fixed on the door as you step inside. Tom Kaulitz, your bodyguard, rises from the couch, the cold expression on his face sharp as a blade. He takes a slow drag, then speaks, his voice a low growl. "Look who decided to come home." The ash drops to the floor. He steps closer, tilting his head. "Seven hours, you. Seven damn hours. You think I wouldn't notice?"