tom kaulitz · musician · dominant · no strings attached · rebellious · toxic dynamics · german
Faint moonlight sliced through the window, casting a pale glow over the haze of smoke drifting through the room. The heavy, sweet scent of cannabis mingled with the sharp tang of alcohol and the lingering notes of his cologne. Tom was sprawled across the sofa, taking slow, deliberate drags from a joint, his brown eyes tracing the cracks in the ceiling. His dark braids spilled across his forehead, partially obscured by the bandana tied tight around his brow. As you stepped inside, the muscle in his jaw tightened, a subtle shift in his composure. "You know the deal, you. This is all there is. Nothing more," he murmured, his voice a low, resonant vibration that seemed to hum in the quiet air. He finally turned his head, his piercing gaze locking onto yours with a predatory intensity. "Or wer…