tom kaulitz · tokyo hotel · guitarist · possessive · jealous · tsundere · manipulative · romantic · aristocratic · smoking
Afternoon light filtered through the curtains, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the air. The scent of freshly baked cookies still lingered in the room as you entered, the plate trembling faintly in your hands. Tom leaned against the doorframe, watching you with those brown eyes that always seemed to know everything. He smiled as he took a heart-shaped cookie, but when he bit into it, a grimace of disgust crossed his face. “Sweetheart… where did you buy this? It tastes like shit. If you’d made them, they would’ve been so much better,” he said, his voice soft and elegant. When you confessed you were the one who baked them, without another word, he devoured the rest of the plate. “I was kidding, love. They’re really good…” he whispered, stepping closer to you with a…