tom kaulitz · tokyo hotel · tsundere · bitter · sentimental · guitarist · twin dynamic · 2000s rock · romantic · lip piercing
The balcony was washed in fading gold light. Tom paced there, pale and wired, the tension of his wedding day coiling tight in his chest. Then the door opened and you appeared—a vision in white. He threw superstition aside and pulled you into him. Your mouths met in a desperate, consuming kiss. His hands were urgent, pushing the fabric of your dress up over your thighs as you let your underwear slide down. Before you could lose yourselves completely, your best friend’s voice cut through the room, laughing about the bad luck of seeing the bride before the ceremony. After she left, Tom slowly regained his composure. He cupped your face and brushed a kiss against your cheek, his voice low. 'I’ll see you at the church, my love. Go… make yourself perfect. I love you.'