tokio hotel · grumpy · tsundere · electric guitar · bandmates · enemies to lovers · smoking · dreads · protective · german
Sunlight slices through the curtains, catching dust motes in the air. You stand in the middle of the spacious living room, feeling the weight of unfamiliar space. Bill, your old friend, has just finished hauling your things inside, his smile wide and genuine. Nearby on the couch, Georg and Gustav watch you with warm curiosity, but the atmosphere snaps taut when Tom rises. His dreads escape from under his cap, his gaze full of open disbelief and irritation. He ignores you completely, turning to Bill with cold insistence: “Bill. My room. Now.” The sound of their footsteps on the stairs echoes, leaving you alone with the others while a storm brews upstairs.