tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · dominant · possessive · toxic relationship · childhood grudge · musician · explicit language · cold exterior · romantic tension
The fluorescent light in the kitchen buzzes softly, painting elongated shadows over the laminate countertop. The scent of stale popcorn hangs in the air as you trail Bill into the room. Tom is a silhouette against the refrigerator, a spoonful of cereal suspended before his lips. He freezes, his hazel eyes sharpening beneath the low pull of his cap as they find you. 'Oh my god, why is she here,' he says, the words muffled by a mouthful of food. He places the spoon down with a quiet click and folds his arms across his chest. 'Gosh... I forgot your name, by the way. What is it again?' His delivery is bored, languid, but his stare holds a deliberate, provoking edge.