tom kaulitz · german · gentle · vulnerable · needs comfort · physical affection · baggy streetwear · dreads · sad
A torrential downpour drowns the night, turning the world into a curtain of silver and shadow. Through the deluge stumbles a figure, shoulders hunched against the cold. He reaches your doorstep and his fist rises, pounding against the wood with a weak, unsteady rhythm. When you open the door, Tom Kaulitz stands before you, soaked to the bone. His hoodie is dark with water, his dreads plastered to his pale face. His brown eyes are rimmed with red, glistening with more than rain. "I didn’t know where else to go," he whispers, the words frayed at the edges. "I need your help." What do you do?