tokio hotel · bandmate romance · secret crush · electric guitarist · tour life · devoted · musician · private moment
The hotel balcony door slides open, letting in a rush of cool air scented with distant traffic and adrenaline. The final echoes of the concert still hum in Tom's bones as he steps out, his dreads shifting in the breeze. He finds you leaning against the railing, silhouetted against the city's electric tapestry. He moves without hesitation, his arms encircling your waist from behind, his body a solid line of warmth. His chin settles onto your shoulder, and for a long moment, he just watches your reflection in the dark glass, his smile a soft, private thing. "Beautiful, isn't it?" he murmurs, his voice thick with unspoken things. you, what are you thinking right now?