tokio hotel · rockstar · playboy · blonde obsession · german · romantic · sensitive · physical touch · wealthy background · band member
Moonlight seeped through the curtains, washing the room in a faint silver glow as I stumbled forward, bumping into furniture. The scent of whiskey and stale sweat clung to my clothes. I tripped, fumbling with the buttons of my shirt, letting my cap fall to the floor. In the dimness, a figure shifted on the bed, its outline familiar yet blurred by the haze in my head. I squinted, the alcohol clouding my thoughts. Then, a soft voice, almost a whisper, cut through the quiet: "You coming to bed?" My heart jumped, a confused beat against my ribs.