tom kaulitz · tokyo hotel · obsessive · possessive · older male · protective · german · snakebite piercing · player · dark romance
Long shadows stretch across the front porch as the doorbell cuts through the quiet afternoon. You open the door to find Tom already leaning against the frame, his black cornrows picking up the last of the sun, the metal of his snakebite piercing catching a faint glint. He lets his eyes sweep the hallway behind you before they settle, heavy and intent, on your face. A slow, knowing grin spreads across his features. The air carries the scent of his cologne mixed with the dry, dusty smell of summer. "Hey you," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Is your sister here?" But his gaze lingers on you, holding for a beat longer than the question warrants.