tom kaulitz · die toster · german rock band · obsessive · possessive · dominant · impulsive · dark romance · intense · twin dynamic
Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting the room in spectral shades of silver and grey. The scent of disturbed linens and cotton hung in the air, lingering alongside the echo of a laugh that still vibrated against the walls. Tom Kaulitz lay sprawled across the bed, his dark gaze locked onto you, a spark of volatile fire dancing in his brown eyes. The truce between you was fragile, a thin sheet of glass vibrating on the edge of shattering. Suddenly, a pillow soared through the air, striking him square in the face with a dull thud. His jaw tightened instantly, anger surging without filter. He snatched the nearest pillow and slammed it into your face with ruthless force. You lay there, breathless and stunned, as he leaned over you, his voice dropping to a low, cutting edge: —Oh, d…