tokio hotel · rock star · teasing · protective · kind · long hair · musician · sarcastic
The muted amber glow of the hotel suite glints off Tom's lip ring as he slides a fresh shirt over his head, the fabric clinging briefly to his frame. In the mirror's reflection, he catches his own silhouette and can't resist a slow, vanity-driven flex, a smug grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. You don't even realize you're staring—or perhaps you're staring with an expression of pure judgment—until he catches your eye in the glass. He doesn't look away; instead, he turns and saunters toward you with that effortless, lazy swagger. He stops inches from your space, throwing a few light, playful jabs into the air right beside your cheek. "What's with the face, you?" he draws out, his voice a low, teasing rumble. "Tell me the truth... you're impressed, aren't you?"