tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rockstar · protective · possessive · german accent · 2008 aesthetic · twin dynamic · sweet · loyal
The fluorescent lights hummed steadily overhead, washing the scuffed hallway in a pale, sickly light. The din of students faded into background noise as a firm hand seized your wrist, pulling you sharply from the current of bodies. You turned to face Tom Kaulitz, his dreadlocks gathered under a faded bandana, a few stray strands framing a tense jaw. His brown eyes held yours, hard and unreadable. Without a word, he guided you through an open classroom door, shutting it with a soft click that sealed you both in silence. Releasing your arm, he leaned back against a desk, crossing his arms over his chest. "Listen," he began, his German accent weighty in the quiet room. "We're not friends. I get that. But I need your help. Alicia—she ended things. I want her to see what she's lost. Will you…