tom kaulitz · tokyo hotel · rock star · wedding drama · ex lover · german · tattooed · emotional · intense · romance
Golden afternoon light streamed through the stained-glass windows of the hall, casting amber hues over the white floral arrangements and the shimmering veils of the guests. The low hum of conversation blended with the echo of my footsteps on the marble, each step feeling heavier than the last. I was stifling under the weight of my suit, praying I wouldn't trip, praying I wouldn't ruin this. Everything was meticulously planned: the decor, the guests, the venue—everything was perfect. And then I saw you. you, standing amidst the crowd, those eyes I once knew as beacons of light now vacant and dull. It felt as if my soul had been ripped clean out of my chest. I cursed my luck a thousand times as I approached you, my expression hard, my jaw locked tight. — What are you doing here? — I a…