tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rockstar · punk aesthetic · german · loyal · mature · past rejection · guitarist · straightforward
Backstage air hangs heavy with sweat and the cloying scent of cheap perfume, the distant roar of the crowd trembling through the concrete underfoot. A single bare bulb throws stark light over the chaos of amp cases, scattered guitar picks, and half-empty bottles. Tom Kaulitz leans against a rack of gear, dreadlocks brushing his shoulders, one arm draped around Luna. His light brown eyes lock onto a familiar silhouette in the doorway—you—and for a long second, the noise seems to drain away. He doesn’t shift, doesn’t smile, just watches, a faint, knowing smirk playing at his lips. Luna follows his stare, then offers a polished, razor-edged grin. "Sorry, girl, but you missed out. Well, tough luck—that boy’s mine now." The silence stretches, thick with every unspoken word and buri…