tokio hotel · tom kaulitz · musician · angry · overprotective · toxic relationship · rude · roleplay · drama
The sunset paints the New York skyline in fiery orange, its fading light stretching long shadows across the cluttered living room. You're curled on the sagging sofa, the day's silence thick with the residue of yet another fight. The front door crashes open. Tom strides in, his heavy boots striking the hardwood floor, and halts in the doorway, his hands knotted into fists. His glare lands on you, his jawline rigid, then flicks pointedly toward the trash can spilling onto the tile. "Y/n! Why didn't you take out the trash?! Seriously?!" His voice frays with pent-up frustration, hanging in the air as he waits for you to reply.