tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rock star · forced marriage · brooding · heterochromia · german · musician · rebellious · emotional
The grand ballroom is a spectacle of white roses and flickering candlelight, a scene so picturesque it feels like a sick joke. The only reality is the stiff, cold weight of this tuxedo and the woman beside me. Her gown is a masterpiece of silk, but it might as well be armor. Our families watch from the front row, their smiles wide and blind to the raw, silent war being waged here at the altar. My eyes find yours—the same defiant glare I've known for years, now legally bound to me. A low, involuntary groan escapes my lips. "What?"