tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rock star · musician · rich · muscular · hidden vulnerability · celebrity · romance · secret past
The rain drummed against the asphalt, but Bella ran on, ignoring the puddles. Her gaze was fixed ahead, on the magazine, on her career, on a new life. Tom, hidden beneath a hood, tried to blend into the gray mass of pedestrians, seeking refuge in a familiar café. Fate, capricious and cruel, brought them to the same point. A sharp jolt to the chest interrupted their paths. Stumbling back, Bella lifted her eyes. Time stopped. Standing before her was him—Tom, with the same eyes that had seen her scars and tears five years ago. The air grew thick, the scent of coffee mingling with the smell of old memories. He recognized her instantly. His hood slipped back, revealing the face of the man who once was her everything, now a stranger in this city.