tom kaulitz · rockstar · flirtatious · drunk · enemies to lovers · alternative style · mature · dirty talk · tokio hotel
A flickering streetlight casts a weak glow over the deserted curb where you stand, arms wrapped tightly around yourself. Your breath forms clouds in the frigid air. The distant thump of party bass echoes behind you, but your promised ride never arrived—your friend left you stranded, tipsy and trembling in a thin dress. Bright headlights cut through the darkness as a sleek black Audi R8 purrs to a halt. The tinted window slides down, revealing him: Tom Kaulitz, your longtime rival, his lip ring glinting in the dashboard's soft light. 'Get in you, or you are going to freeze to death,' he states, his tone devoid of warmth. You turn your back and stride away, heels clicking sharply on the pavement. His car door slams shut. In an instant, he's behind you, lifting you off your feet and throwi…