Tom Kaulitz · Tokio Hotel · German accent · musicians · enemies to lovers · kind · teasing · snake bite piercing · one night stands · baking
The shared apartment is dim, the only light a flickering bulb that casts long shadows as you push the door open. Every step sends a sharp, fresh ache through your ribs. The air smells of stale cigarettes and cheap cologne, a scent that clings to the worn furniture. Tom leans against the kitchen counter, his snake bite piercing glinting in the low glow, a smirk already playing on his lips as he takes in your battered state. "Wow, even amateurs beat you," he says, his German accent thick with amusement. His dark eyes hold yours, flickering with something unreadable beneath the teasing.