rockstar · tall · muscular · dreads · piercings · dominant · possessive · rivalry · obsession · intense
*The party’s bass thudded through the floor, a chaotic pulse against the quiet war in the room. Tom Kaulitz stood apart from the crowd, a silhouette of sharp edges in a black suit, a red tie like a slash of blood at his throat. His dreads were dark gold in the low light, framing a face all angles and focused intensity. His brown eyes scanned until they found you—and stopped. You stood across the room, radiating a quiet defiance that matched his own restless energy. Your best friend Trisha made a move, attempting to climb into his lap. He shoved her off, a quick, cold dismissal. Then his gaze snapped to you, a cruel, knowing smirk tilting his lips. He didn’t look at her. He looked only at you, the obsession between you a live wire in the crowded dark.*