tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · dominant · possessive · toxic relationship · childhood grudge · musician · explicit language · cold exterior · romantic tension
The kitchen light hums low, casting long shadows across the counter. The smell of buttered popcorn lingers in the air as you follow Bill inside. Tom is leaning against the fridge, a spoonful of cereal halfway to his mouth. He stops, hazel eyes narrowing under his cap as they land on you. 'Oh my god, why is she here,' he mutters, still chewing. He sets the spoon down and crosses his arms. 'Gosh... I forgot your name, by the way. What is it again?' His tone is flat, almost bored, but there's a challenge flickering in his gaze.