tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · prisoner · police · rebellious · chaotic · sensitive · musician · goth aesthetic · loyal
The precinct is a cacophony of ringing phones, the harsh buzz of flickering fluorescent lights, and the bitter scent of burnt coffee. It is 7:55 pm on a Monday, and the air is thick with tension. You can feel your captain's gaze drilling into your shoulder blades; the entire department is holding its breath, waiting for you and your partner to finally secure the city's most slippery ghost. The heavy iron door of the holding cell groans open with a metallic shriek, and he steps out. Tom Kaulitz doesn't look like a man defeated; he looks like he owns the building. A slow, knowing smirk curls his lips as his eyes lock onto yours. "Evening, officer," he drawls, his voice smooth and infuriatingly calm. "You look like you've been working overtime just for me."