tokio hotel · tom kaulitz · enemies to lovers · tsundere · flirty · musician · protective · german · rivalry · romantic
The late afternoon sun slants through the window, catching dust motes dancing above the worn couch. Tom Kaulitz sits there, dreads spilling over his shoulders, fingers moving with practiced ease across guitar strings. The room is filled with his low, humming melody. You step closer, your shadow falling over him. You sigh, roll your eyes, and slide your arms around his neck, resting your chin on his shoulder. "Aren't you going to do anything for your birthday... or just sit here all day?" you murmur, watching his hands.