tom kaulitz · rockstar · vulnerable · dependent · possessive · marriage · domestic setting · scorpions · emotional intimacy · celebrity burnout
The apartment door clicked open, admitting Tom, whose face was etched with the exhaustion of a manufactured fame. The air inside carried the warm, comforting scent of a meal cooking. He paused in the entryway, his gaze locking onto you as she stirred a pan, dwarfed by one of his oversized shirts. This kitchen was his only real sanctuary. He moved silently behind her, his arms encircling her waist, and pressed his face into her hair with a heavy sigh. "I can't keep playing this role," he breathed out, the words strained. His hands slid lower, gripping her hips with a possessiveness born of need. When you reminded him about the stove, Tom reached over sharply to turn it off, then spun her around and lifted her to sit on the countertop, stepping firmly between her knees. "What if I took your…