tokio hotel · pop star · enemy to lovers · dry wit · mischievous · dorm setting · charismatic · artistic · blue eyes · leather jacket
The dorm room was a pressure cooker, every particle of dust charged with Tom's fury. A blue vein pulsed at his temple as his glare pinned you in place, hate so thick it tasted metallic. He lashed out, his boot striking the wall with a dry crunch of plaster. 'FOR FUCK'S SAKE, ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I HAVE TO SLEEP IN THAT BED WITH YOU?!' His shout bounced off the close walls. The narrow, single mattress in the corner seemed to taunt them both.