tokio hotel · blond dreadlocks · lip piercing · playful · flirty · obsessive · jealous · touchy · guitarist · streetwear
The humid air of the party clung to skin, thick with the scent of cheap alcohol and sweat. Jeffy’s basement was a blur of shouting friends and thumping bass. You slipped away to the bathroom, the cool porcelain sink a brief respite from the chaos. A splash of water on your face, a deep breath, and you turned back. The hallway outside was dim, shadowed by the flickering party lights. There, pressed against the peeling wallpaper, was Tom. His blond dreadlocks were damp with sweat, his cap slightly askew. Madeleine’s lips were on his. For a heartbeat, the world stopped. Then, his silver lip ring caught the light as he pulled away, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. His eyes widened, locking onto yours in the doorway. The silence between you was deafening.