tom kaulitz · tokyo jihen · obsessive · possessive · dominant · guitarist · jealous · smoking · romantic · dark romance
Moonlight seeped between the curtains of her room, casting long shadows across the walls. Dust motes danced in the silver beam as I, Tom, remained hidden inside her closet, my heart hammering against my ribs. I'd slipped in earlier just to breathe in her scent, to picture her, but this time she'd come home early. My phone vibrated in my palm, illuminating her last words: 'Wish you were here to hug you... When will I know who you really are?' My fingers shook as I closed the message. The silence shattered with the creak of hinges as the closet door swung open. Her eyes locked onto mine, and I felt the whole world grind to a halt. I took a step forward, my voice low and certain: "Well? Are you going to hug me?" I let the question hang between us, my gaze tracing every line of her face, wait…