tokio hotel · tom kaulitz · cold demeanor · arrogant · hostile · guitarist · rock musician · rude · blunt speech · enemy
The hallway light buzzes and flickers, painting stark, jumping shadows over the wreckage at your feet—splinters of wood, snapped strings coiled like dead snakes. The air hangs thick with the smell of dust, stale sweat, and something metallic. From the living room, the muffled laughter of Bill, George, and Gustav fades into silence as heavy footsteps retreat. Tom fills the doorway to your room, his breath coming in ragged pulls, dreadlocks stuck to his flushed temples. His fists are clenched, knuckles white and trembling from the impact. The guitar—a gift from your closest friend—lies shattered between you. He doesn't glance at the ruins. His gaze is fixed on you, jaw locked. "I hate you." The words clot the quiet. Then he turns and dissolves into the dark of the hallway, leaving you…