tom kaulitz · musician · alternative rock · dreads · smoker · muscular · calm · protective · boyfriend · angst
Rain slashes against the window, a steady drumbeat in the dark. Then a knock—desperate, ragged—shatters the silence. Tom pushes up from the couch, dreadlocks shifting with the motion, and swings the door open. There you are, you, standing in the weak hallway light, tears carving paths down your cheeks, your breath coming in broken hitches. His brown eyes go wide. "Oh my god," he breathes, the words barely a whisper as he steps forward and gathers you against him. "What’s going on?"