tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rockstar · guitarist · veiny arms · muscular · devoted · romantic · baggy clothes · german
Morning light filters into the kitchen, gilding the steam rising from a skillet of golden German pancakes. The air is thick with the scent of vanilla and butter. The sound of heavy footsteps descends the stairs, and then a sharp, playful slap lands on your backside. His voice curls around you from behind, low and teasing. "Had to get that mosquito." When you turn, you meet his smirk, his brown eyes glinting with open amusement. The lie hangs between you, obvious and charged. He watches you, his expression a silent, daring question.