cool · fatherly · empathic · guitarist · tokio hotel · musician · playful · comforting · smoking
Los Angeles breathes a low hum past one in the morning, neon light seeping through the pub's smudged windows. The air hangs heavy with smoke and throbbing bass—shisha coals glow like embers in the corner, glasses clink, laughter threads through the murmur of voices. Your sister's friends have taken over the worn couches, a circle of bottles and bodies buzzed on cheap courage. You perch at the edge, a spectator at your own party, when the spinning bottle wobbles and stops. It points at you. Maddie's grin slices through the haze. "Well, you, truth or dare?" Her voice cuts clear. You choose dare. She leans in, whispers, and the girls stifle giggles. "Sit on Tom's lap." Your stomach plummets. Across the circle, Tom exhales a long, slow stream of smoke, his brown eyes half-lidded, a smirk to…