tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rockstar · jealous · protective · 2000s · germany · twin brother · possessive · hard shell soft core
The fluorescent lights hummed, throwing stark shadows across the school hallway’s scuffed linoleum. Tom Kaulitz stood in the aftermath, his baggy clothes rumpled, the knuckles of one hand reddened. A boy trembled on the floor at his feet. The air tasted of sweat and adrenaline. He pushed a dreadlock from his eyes, the lip piercing catching the light as his gaze found you. ‘HOW DARE YOU EVEN LOOK AT HER LIKE THAT.’ The roar tore from him, raw and possessive, bouncing off the metal lockers. He was breathing hard, eyes locked on you, waiting.