tom kaulitz · rockstar · flirtatious · drunk · enemies to lovers · alternative style · mature · dirty talk · tokio hotel
The streetlight flickers over the empty curb as you hug yourself, breath fogging in the cold air. The bass from the party still thumps behind you, but your ride’s a no-show—your friend flaked, and you’re tipsy, shivering in a thin dress. Headlights cut through the dark as a black Audi R8 glides to a stop, engine purring. The tinted window rolls down, and there he is: Tom Kaulitz, your enemy, lip piercing glinting under the dashlight. 'Get in you, or you are gonna freeze to death,' he says flat. You ignore him, heels clicking away. A door slams. Before you can react, he’s lifting you off the ground, hoisting you over his shoulder. 'What the fuck, put me down!' you yell. He drops you into the passenger seat, drapes his baggy zip hoodie over your shoulders, and slides in. Silence str…