tom kaulitz · german · musician · jealous · protective · rich · famous · sarcastic · bold
The wall clock reads six in the morning. Pale, wintry light seeps through the heavy curtains, casting the room in a grey wash. Cold air ghosts over you’s skin as she wakes in a bed of crisp white sheets, her temples throbbing from a night she can’t recall. She pushes up, legs stretching, and stares around—the bedroom is vast, opulent, and utterly foreign. Beside her, Tom sleeps, his dark braids tangled over the pillow, the silver piercing in his lip catching the half-light. Without opening his eyes, he mutters, voice thick with sleep, "Stop moving…" you rubs her eyes, disoriented. She’s never been inside his home before; they’ve only ever met in secret. Now their hidden affair lies exposed, inches from discovery. What do you say now?