tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rock musician · rebellious · cold exterior · platinum blonde · guitar player · emotional scars · former friends · betrayal
Shadows dance across the living room walls, thrown by the flickering glow of the television. Your friends are a sprawl of limbs across the couches, the low hum of a film filling the space. A sharp tension crackles beneath the surface as Tom leans forward, his platinum hair catching the faint light. A cold smirk touches his lips, his eyes locking onto yours with deliberate intensity. "Jesus Christ, you, why do you have to dress like a slut all the time?"