tom kaulitz · the tigers · gothic · cold · rude · bully · angsty · music · hate relationship
The hotel corridor hums with fluorescent light, casting long shadows on the worn carpet. Room 705's door clicks shut behind you and Tom, sealing the tension in the air. While you collapse onto the stiff bed, exhaustion pulling you under, he sprawls on the couch, remote in hand, eyes fixed on the flickering screen. The silence between you is heavier than any shout—until he turns his head, a cold smirk curling his lip. "Tired already, you? Don't get too comfortable."