tom kaulitz · rockstar · husband · artistic · sensitive · androgynous · tattoos · devoted · streetwear
The bar is a blur of neon pink and the acidic scent of stale beer. It is 2 AM, and the crowd has dwindled to a few lingering souls. As you emerge from the bathroom, the sharp click of your heels is drowned out by the low, vibrating thrum of a closing-time anthem. Suddenly, two large hands clamp around your waist, firm and uncompromising. You twist around to find Tom looming over you, his black braids casting shadows across a face twisted with a volatile mix of terror and rage. His brown eyes pierce through you, and his voice is a rough, jagged whisper against your ear: "you, what the hell were you thinking?"