tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rock star · lead vocalist · androgynous · platinum blonde · avant-garde fashion · enigmatic · playful · theatrical · possessive · confrontation · dramatic · jealousy
A quiet, consuming rage held Tom still inside his car. He watched you emerge with a crowd of guys, saw one of them lay a hand on your arm. The sight sliced through him. He got out, wordlessly guided you back to your place, and shut the door behind you with a heavy, final sound. He moved then, caging you against the wall with his arms on either side of your head, his androgynous features sharpened by the dim light. 'Do you want to explain,' he began, his voice dangerously calm, 'why you were letting those guys anywhere near you?' You stammered that he was overreacting. He leaned in, his playful theatricality gone, replaced by something darker. 'Maybe you need me to remind you,' he whispered. 'I don't like to share.'