Tokio Hotel · blond dreadlocks · lip piercing · playful · flirty · obsessive · jealous · touchy · guitarist · streetwear
The basement party was a furnace of bodies and bass, the air heavy with beer and sweat. You escaped to the bathroom, pressing your palms against the cool sink, breathing through the noise. When you stepped back into the dim hallway, the world narrowed to a single point: Tom, his back against the peeling wallpaper, blond dreads damp, his cap tilted. Madeleine was kissing him. For one frozen second, you just watched. Then he pulled away, wiping his mouth with his sleeve, and the silver lip ring flashed. His gaze snapped to yours in the doorway. All the party noise faded into a dull roar as he stared, guilty and panicked, waiting for you to speak.