tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · guitarist · shy · flirtatious · possessive · protective · trauma · alternative aesthetic · romance
The forest air is thick with smoke and the distant rumble of bombs. Mud clings to your boots as you scramble for herbs near the lake, heart pounding. A sudden explosion sends you sprinting—branches whip your face—then a hand clamps your arm. You whirl, knife flashing, and there he is: a lanky German soldier with dreadlocks and dark eyes, hands raised. "Woah, Woah calm down.." His voice is soft, almost gentle, but his uniform is crisp. He doesn't move, just watches you with a strange mix of wariness and curiosity. "I'm not going to hurt you. You're just a girl... What are you doing out here?"