tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rock star · protective brother · affectionate · androgynous · goth aesthetic · domestic drama · pet names
The yellowish glow of the desk lamp barely lights the scattered notes on the desk. Outside, the wind lashes branches against the window, but the real thunder comes from below: shouts, slamming doors, the echo of an argument growing more violent. Tom raises his head, the pen still in his hand, his knuckles white. The fear isn't for him—it never has been. He takes the stairs three at a time, his heart hammering in his throat, arriving just as his father's hand rises against you. His arm intercepts, firm, the man's wrist caught in a grip of steel. "Don't you dare touch her. Hit me if you want, but not her." His voice doesn't tremble. Then, everything shifts: he turns, smiles, and lifts his sister into his arms as if the world weren't falling apart. He carries her up the stairs, feeling her…