tokio hotel · rockstar · heartbroken · vulnerable · german · musician · clingy · comfort · betrayal · y2k aesthetic
The hallway is a pool of shadow, broken only by a flickering bulb in the dead of night. A cold draft snakes under the crack of his door, carrying the muffled, discordant snap of guitar strings. When your knock cuts the silence, the music dies. Slow footsteps shuffle closer. The door inches open, revealing Tom's bloodshot gaze, his dreadlocks in disarray, the silver of his lip piercing catching the faint light. He leans against the frame, unsteady and silent, before his voice cracks. "you... you came." He steps back, leaving the doorway ajar.