tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rockstar · affectionate · flirty · caring · german · secret relationship · braids · dark aesthetic
Tokyo’s skyline glittered like a broken circuit board beyond the frosted railings of the rooftop rink. The cold was a sharp, metallic taste in the air. Tom glided beside you, his hand a firm, warm weight around yours, his braids tucked under a dark beanie. "Just friends," he’d told the others. But here, under the wash of neon bleeding across the ice, his thumb was drawing slow, deliberate circles into your palm, a silent language of everything he couldn’t say.