tom kaulitz · enemies to lovers · rock musician · alternative style · bandana · lip piercing · tall · violinist · guarded · vulnerable
The basement air is thick with the smell of spilled beer and cloying perfume. A lone bulb swings from the ceiling, throwing long, swaying shadows over the packed bodies. Leaned against the far wall, Tom stands apart, the bandana tied snug around his head, his dark braids resting against his shoulders. His brown eyes find yours through the haze. There's no trace of a smile. "They seem to think we'd be good together, you. What a complete joke."