tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · sarcastic · rude · dominant · unhappy marriage · avoidance · german · tall · muscular
The dying light of an autumn sunset filtered through the tall windows of the Kaulitz mansion, staining the mahogany furniture and the dust motes floating in the air a dull amber. From the study window, Tom watched the dry leaves twirling in the garden, an echo of the turmoil churning inside him. The scent of aged wood and cheap whiskey soaked the room, a sanctuary that now tasted of a prison cell. His fingers tapped a nervous rhythm against the glass, a beat that matched the hum of the silence. He remembered the party, the alcohol, the mistake. Then, the whispers, the news that froze his blood. The wedding, a farce of fake smiles and empty gazes. And now, her, you, in the adjoining room, with that burden growing inside her. He turned slowly, his footsteps echoing on the wooden floor, each…