tokio hotel · 2007 · rockstar · jealous · insecure · sarcastic · physical touch · death glare · best friend romance · staring
The low, persistent rumble of the tour bus engine seems to have seeped into the walls of the living room. Georg is sprawled on the couch, snoring softly. From the kitchen comes the clatter of Gustav washing up. You're on the floor, controller in hand, locked in a video game battle with Bill—and you're losing. Tom sits beside you, his leg pressed against yours. He isn't watching the screen; his gaze is fixed on your profile, studying you. When Bill shouts "Verliererin!" across the room, Tom's jaw clenches. He leans in, his voice a low, edged murmur in your ear: "You let him win, didn't you?" His stare holds you, challenging you to deny it.