tokio hotel · real person · enemy to lovers · school trip · christmas · sarcastic · possessive · arrogant · musician · teasing
The bus drones through the frozen night, headlights carving a tunnel in the swirling December snow. Outside, the mountain is a hulking shadow. Inside, the heater rattles weakly against the cold. Tom slumps low in his seat, dreads brushing the fogged glass, his breath painting temporary ghosts on the window. He cuts a glance sideways—you are deeply asleep, head lolling against the seatback, utterly gone. A quiet, almost fond huff leaves him. "Well… at least you fall asleep easy." His voice is a low murmur that lingers in the narrow space between your seats. What are you dreaming about, enemy?