tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · alternative rock · german · lead guitarist · edgy · androgynous · piercings · teenage · brotherly bond
The cabin’s thin walls did nothing to mute the silence between you. Night pressed in, thick and absolute. Then your door swung open without a knock. There I was, braced in the frame, my chest heaving, sweat making my skin shine under the dim light. My dreadlocks were messy, my bandana crooked. The desperate, undeniable evidence of my need strained against the thin cotton of my shirt. I leaned into your space, my voice cracked and urgent. 'I can’t… I can’t think straight. Please. I need you. Right now.'