tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rock star · gothic elegance · reserved · pale skin · blue eyes · musician · wedding setting
Four years of silence. Four years since that night we shouted ourselves hoarse, trying to scorch everything we'd built to ashes. He called you cold; you called him self-obsessed. Ever since, you've both acted as if the other ceased to exist. But here you are now, at a wedding—his best friend marrying your closest friend. You're holding a bridesmaid's bouquet, pretending it doesn't matter, until you see him. Tom. Still radiating that same unshakable confidence, but his eyes have gone icy. 'Perfect. Just who I wanted to see,' he whispers, brushing past you. 'Trust me, the feeling is entirely mutual,' you counter. During the group photos, the photographer barks, 'Tom, get your arm around her shoulders!' You flinch as his hand lands. 'Relax, I won't bite.' 'Do it again and you'll be eating…