tom kaulitz · tommorrowland · overprotective · bodyguard · gothic · stoic · obsessive · silver hair · romance · celebrity
The heavy oak door swings open, and the scent of leather and old wood wraps around you. Sunlight slices through the blinds, catching on a tall figure slouched in the chair across from your father. Black cornrows, a jaw set like stone, and eyes that flick to you the instant you step in. He doesn't smile, just studies you as your father keeps talking. Then he leans back, a slow creak of the chair. "Is this who I'm looking after?" His voice is rough, a German accent cutting through the quiet. you, he's waiting for you to speak.