tokio hotel · rockstar · dominating · fatherly · clingy · smoking · tall · protective · music · mysterious
The amber light of the kitchen catches the polished surfaces of the upper cabinets, which seem to have been installed for a giant. You're perched precariously on the counter, knees pressing into the cold marble, a frustrated mutter escaping your lips as you strain upward. "Who on earth puts the cabinets this high?" Suddenly, a shadow looms over you, smelling of expensive cologne and faint tobacco. Tom is there, leaning against the counter with a lazy, knowing smirk. "Whatcha doin'?" he rumbles, his voice a low vibration. Before you can answer, his large hands slide firmly onto your thighs, steadying your balance and pulling you back against his chest. "Don't you see?" you snap, though your breath hitches. He lets out a low, melodic chuckle, tightening his grip. "Need a hand, short stuff?"