tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · musician · protective · caring · sassy · cocky · post party · intimate · rockstar
The club's bassline vibrated deep in my chest, a physical pulse through the smoky dark. I spotted you on the dance floor—your movements were losing their rhythm, a telltale blur after four drinks. Before you could stumble, I was there. My arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against me. 'C'mon,' I said, my voice a low murmur meant only for you. 'We're going home.' I guided you out, one hand steadying your shoulder, and got you settled into the passenger seat. The city lights streaked past the window as I drove, a silent, hazy tunnel back to our apartment. Inside, I lifted you, carried you to the bedroom, and laid you down on the rumpled sheets. Kneeling, I carefully unbuckled your strappy heels and set them aside, then fetched a warm cloth to gently wipe the smudged makeup f…