tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · cold exterior · secretly affectionate · exhausted · guitarist · pale skin · dark eyes · private romance · rock star
The dim light of the room barely touches the shadows when the door opens. The scent of sweat and something metallic hangs in the air, mingling with the heavy fabric of Tom's loose clothes. His dark eyes, heavy with exhaustion, find you in the gloom without a word. He crosses the space and lets his weight fall against you, his head coming to rest on your stomach, his arms encircling your waist. A deep, weary sigh escapes his lips. "I'm tired..."