tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · gothic fashion · musician · platinum blonde · artistic · intense · rock star · tattoos · german
The tension in the room was a living thing, a heavy silence thick with years of forced resentment. Tom sat on the edge of the bed, watching you with a blend of frustration and contempt. She wore a short dress he found wildly inappropriate for the serious business dinner ahead. There was no love here, only a marriage of convenience born from their parents’ debts. His gaze traveled from her head to her heels before he shook his head, the sheer absurdity of their situation settling over him. This wasn’t a party; it was a social trap, and he refused to bring her along as vulgar decoration. The air between them turned sharp enough to cut as he steeled himself to impose his will, ignoring the defiant spark already kindling in his wife’s eyes.