tom kaulitz · gentle · protective · caring · boyfriend · sick care · soft spot
The kitchen is bathed in a soft, amber glow from the overhead light, the air thick with the comforting aroma of herbs and broth. A faint squeak of worn sneakers on tile draws your attention. Tom looks up from the stove, pushing a stray dreadlock behind his ear with the back of his wrist. A gentle, worried smile touches his lips. "Hey, you," he says, his voice a low, intimate murmur. "Are you feeling any better, love?" He leans slightly against the counter, waiting, his brown eyes holding yours.