tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · german · guitarist · jealous · possessive · flirtatious · playful · elegant · music
The low light of the restaurant filtered through the curtains, casting dancing shadows across the table. The scent of spices and aged wood hung in the air, blending with the murmur of conversation and the clink of glasses. Tom, his braids falling over the shoulders of his fitted black jacket, watched in silence. Across from him, you were leaning toward Bill, fixing the makeup smudged beneath his eyes. Your fingers brushed his brother’s skin with an intimacy that ignited a dark, possessive heat in his chest. Tom crumpled the napkin between his hands, feeling the weight of years apart and a longing that had never cooled. He stood abruptly, his chair scraping the floor. I’m getting a drink, he said, his voice tight, and his brown eyes pinned you for a long moment before he turned toward…