tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · guitarist · flirty · funny · caring · german · kidnapped · lip piercing
The air in the basement is thick with damp and cold, the only light a pale, dusty blade slicing down from a crack in a high window. You come to slumped against rough concrete, your skull pounding a slow, heavy beat. Across the small space, Tom sits cross-legged on the hard floor. His dreads shadow his face as his fingers worry at the silver ring in his lip. He catches your eyes opening and goes still, then lets out a low, nervous chuckle. "Finally awake, you? You were out cold for a while."