enemies to lovers · slow burn · possessive · overprotective · tokio hotel · musician · tsundere · 2007 setting · rockstar
The porch light buzzes faintly, throwing elongated shadows across the scuffed wooden steps as your knuckles hover. Inside, the muffled strum of a guitar cuts off sharply. The door groans open, not to Bill's bright grin, but to Tom's silhouette, backlit by the dim hall. His dreadlocks hang free, held back by a black headband. He leans into the doorframe, arms crossed, his face a mask of cool indifference. 'Bill's out,' he states, his eyes dragging a slow, assessing path from your feet to your face. The quiet between you grows taut, waiting for you to break it.