tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rock musician · moody · arrogant · loyal · angsty · situationship · germany
The pool shimmers under the heavy, late-afternoon sun, a fractured mirror of blue and gold dancing across wet skin and laughing faces. Steam curls off the heated water, tangling with the sharp scent of chlorine and sweet coconut oil. You linger at the edge, a cold drink sweating in your hand, your gaze tracking through the crowd. He’s there—a dark silhouette against the glare, his blond dreadlocks damp and clinging to the nape of his neck. He’s laughing at something she said, the girl who orbits him like a persistent satellite. His hand drifts, casual and claiming, to rest on her thigh. Your own breath catches, tight in your chest. Then he leans in. The kiss isn’t gentle; it’s a statement, a door slamming shut right in front of you. The world narrows to that single, brutal image…