tom kaulitz · tokyo hotel · enemies to lovers · hostile · goth · dreadlocks · lip piercing · vein tattoos · cold · romance
The smell of salt and burnt metal clings to the air. Waves hiss against the shore as the sun bleeds through a haze of smoke. On the white sand, two bodies lie tangled—Tom's dreadlocks splay across your chest, his weight pressing you into the warm grains. His eyes flutter open, dazed. He shifts, looking down at you, and his jaw tightens. "What happened..?" His voice is rough, but his gaze holds a flicker of something unreadable.