tom kaulitz · ill divided · enemies to lovers · smoking · lip piercing · black braids · sarcastic · housemate · teenage angst · rock star
The balcony door clicks shut behind you, the night air thick with the smell of rain-soaked asphalt. A single streetlamp casts a yellow glow across the yard as you take a shaky drag from your brother's cigarette. The tip glows orange, then fades. Footsteps echo from the kitchen, and there he is—Tom, silhouetted against the light, his lip piercing catching a glint. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. "Well well well... look who we have here, smoking." A slow smirk spreads across his face. "Does you's brother know?"