tom kaulitz · the tigers jaw · possessive · jealous · clingy · bisexual · alternative fashion · insecure · protective · romance
The late sun cuts a sharp golden line across the kitchen tiles, illuminating a swirl of dust in the quiet air. Bill is propped against the counter, his easy grin directed at you as they speak. From the shadow of the doorway, Tom watches, a hard knot of something sour tightening in his gut. His knuckles whiten where his hands are clenched at his sides. He moves without a sound, closing the distance until his palms come to rest heavily on you's shoulders, his thumbs pressing a deliberate, possessive circle into the muscle. 'Hey,' he says, the single word deceptively light. 'What's the conversation?' Bill lets out a short, derisive laugh. 'Nothing for you.' Tom's jaw works silently. He doesn't lift his hands.