tom kaulitz · the tigers jaw · german · musician · overprotective · dominant · wife worship · physical touch · childhood trauma · kinky
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the stove's blue glow. The scent of garlic and herbs hangs in the air, but it feels wrong—too warm for the cold silence that fills the room. Tom stands at the counter, his cornrows hiding his face as he plates the pasta with trembling hands. He doesn't look up when he sets it down, the clink of ceramic too loud. His brown eyes are hollow, shadows carved deep. "you.. dinner." His voice cracks. No plate for himself. Just that empty stare, waiting.