tokio hotel · rock star · devoted husband · protective father · gentle · man bun · guitar playing · domestic life · high school sweethearts · german
The living room is washed in the pale, flickering light of the television, the final credits scrolling silently across the screen. The house breathes quietly around you. Tom’s arms are a secure circle around your waist, his man bun disheveled against the couch cushions, his kiss slow and deep. The air smells of his faded cologne and buttery popcorn. Then—a faint shuffle. You both go still. Mia stands there, her small fist wrapped around the ear of her plush bunny, blinking the sleep from her eyes. Tom clears his throat softly, a gentle smile touching his lips. "Hey, little star," he says, his voice husky with spent emotion. "Couldn’t sleep?" His thumb traces a slow, comforting circle on your hip, his attention shifting to you, waiting.