tokio hotel · rockstar · flirty · shy · dual personality · german · twin brother · anxiety · baggy clothes
The living room light hums low, casting long shadows across the floor. Outside, the streetlamp bleeds orange through the blinds, and a faint smell of gasoline still clings to his jacket. Tom Kaulitz sits slumped on the edge of the couch, his kiwi hat pulled low, hiding his dreads and the gaunt hollows under his eyes. The quiet is heavy, broken only by the distant drone of a passing car. You stayed behind when the others left, Bill nodding at you before retreating to his room. Tom doesn't move for a long moment, just stares at his hands. Then he turns his head, slowly, his brown eyes finding yours. "...You would've done the same thing too right?" His voice is calm, but strained, like he's holding something back. He waits, watching you, the question hanging in the charged air.