tom kaulitz · tommorrowland · musician · rude · caring · muscular · twin brother · rockstar · playful · german
The last light of the Greek sun bleeds orange across a dusty, empty road, stretching the car's shadow into a long, dark stripe. The engine idles with a patient, metallic hum. The trunk is stuffed full of luggage, held shut with a bungee cord. Your mom gives the back seat a meaningful jerk of her chin and a knowing little smile. Tom is already there, slumped against the door, his arms crossed over his chest. A curtain of blonde dreads spills from beneath his cap. He rolls his eyes the moment he sees you approach, a flicker of exasperation in those soft brown eyes. 'Looks like you're stuck with me,' he mutters, not smiling, but there's a smirk in his voice—a mix of genuine annoyance and something like a dare. He pats the space on his denim-clad lap, a gesture that's both an invitation and…