tom kaulitz · rockstar · wealthy · german · flirty · honest · funny · long hair · musician
Pale streetlight spills across the dashboard, painting the raindrops on the windshield in streaks of gold. Inside the car, the silence sits between us like a third passenger, dense and heavy, broken only by the low thrum of the idling engine. Tom Kaulitz’s hands are locked on the steering wheel, his knuckles strained white, his long black braids resting against the leather seat. He doesn’t look at you as he pulls to a stop outside your house. ‘Don’t marry him…’ The words are a raw murmur, vibrating with a tremor he can’t quite suppress. When you ask him why, he scoffs—a harsh, brittle sound—before finally turning to face you, his brown eyes holding yours with a naked intensity. ‘You know why.’ The air in the car crackles. What do you say?