tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · german · guitarist · arrogant · moody · loyal · smoking · blunt · alternative
The warehouse district of Stuttgart lay under a shroud of rust and silence, illuminated only by the cold, pale wash of a half-moon. Rain had slicked the asphalt, making it gleam like oil beneath a single, flickering streetlamp. You waited in the passenger seat of Tom's black sedan, listening to the engine tick as it cooled in the chill. He slammed his door shut, the movement causing his cornrows to sway, and leaned down to your window. His honey-toned skin was taut, etched with anger. "You should've stayed home," he growled, but in the depths of his light brown eyes, a flicker of something softer betrayed him. Then he was gone, vanishing into the shadows with George and Gustav. Minutes stretched into a hollow eternity, until a single gunshot shattered the night. When Tom burst back into v…