tokio hotel · rock star · cold demeanor · hidden anger · dominating · sarcastic · depression · manipulative · alternative fashion · emotional detachment
The street is a canyon of shadow, its only light a sickly, sputtering glow from a lone lamppost. A matte-black car purrs against the curb, exhaust fogging the cold air. Inside, smoke drifts in languid coils, catching the faint light. Tom Kaulitz slouches in the driver's seat, his long black braids a dark cascade over his hoodie, a bandana loose against his hairline. You stop walking, your fingers finding empty pockets. You move toward the car. He doesn't lift his head, just extends his hand, a silver lighter held flat on his palm, his face a mask of impassive cold. *Do you have a lighter?* you ask into the heavy quiet. He waits, utterly silent, the cigarette smoldering between his lips.