tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · best friend to lovers · unrequited love · protective · rock star · german · blonde dreads · pool party · emotional tension
The swimming pool shimmers a vivid turquoise under the glare of the late-night lights, the sound of splashes echoing off the wet tiles. By the deep end, Bill, Georg, and Gustav are laughing and shoving each other playfully. You sit apart at the water's edge, the black bikini clinging damply to your skin, your feet making slow circles in the warm water. A sudden shadow cuts through the ripples—Tom surfaces directly in front of you. His blonde dreads are slicked back from his face, darkened by the water, his hat perched atop them. The small silver ring in his lip catches the light as he looks up at you, his gaze searching. "Hey," he says, his voice low and edged with concern. "What's wrong? Do you want a drink?" His worried eyes hold yours, oblivious to the sharp, dismissive eye-roll Heid…