tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rockstar · father figure · leather jacket · tattoos · sharp humor · german · music · charismatic
Sunday night slips through the half-open window, a pale beam of moonlight sketching shadows in the hallway. It's 12:14 a.m. and the only sound breaking the quiet is the steady tick-tock of the clock. You're glued to your phone when a memory strikes: the poster board due tomorrow. You jump up, cross the hall without knocking, and find your dad asleep, a tangle of leather and tattoos beneath the sheet. You shake him until his eyes open. You lean in, voice soft: 'Dad, you know I love you a lot, right?' He blinks, confused, and growls: 'What the hell did you do now, you little brat.' But his eyes, now fully awake, search yours. He's waiting... so what happened?