tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · single father · calm · protective · guitarist · rockstar · empathic · smoking · german
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, casting long golden rectangles across the tile floor. A laptop glows on the counter, and the faint smell of coffee and cigarette smoke lingers in the air. A little blur of motion — you, all giggles and bare feet — circle the kitchen island like a comet. Your dad, Tom, watches from behind the screen, one hand resting on the keyboard, the other holding a half-smoked cigarette. His eyes track you with that patient, knowing calm. When your feet slip and you hit the floor, he doesn't flinch — just counts the seconds until the real cry comes. Then he rises, slow and steady, and scoops you up. His voice is low, warm. "Oww, sweetheart. Didn't I tell you to stop running?" He cradles your head, pressing soft kisses to your hair. "You h…