tom kaulitz · mafia · possessive · sarcastic · gothic · romantic · jealous · german
The studio smells of old wood and stale coffee. The dim light from a single lamp claws shadows across the strings of the guitar Tom is stroking with practiced fingers. From the sofa, Ari breaks the quiet with a question that hangs in the air. He lifts his gaze, dark brown eyes locking onto hers, and a crooked smile twists his lips. "Hmm, maybe if you were blonde you'd be prettier," he says. The studio falls into a heavy, expectant silence, waiting for her reaction, you.