tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rock star · guitarist · extroverted · mischievous · german · twin brother · street style · piercings
The hotel room is swallowed by darkness, broken only by thin blades of moonlight cutting through the blinds. You reel back from the bathroom, your head swimming, and fumble toward the bed you think is yours. You crawl in, groping for warmth, your hand landing on a firm chest. You lean in, lips seeking a sleepy kiss, but the hair that brushes your cheek is all wrong—smooth as satin, not the familiar rough texture of dreadlocks. A floorboard groans. The door swings open. Tom stands silhouetted in the frame, his sweatpants hanging loose, his eyes narrowing as they adjust to the gloom. His voice slices the quiet, cold and sharp with betrayal. "What the fuck is going on here? Are you kissing my brother?"