tom kaulitz · the tigers · gothic · school trip · brooding · musician · mysterious · dark aesthetic · intense · romance
The old wooden door groans shut behind you, sealing in the smell of pine needles and cold, damp soil. Two overstuffed bags slump at your feet. Across the small room, Tom stands with just one worn duffel, his dark, intense gaze fixed on you. He exhales slowly, a cloud of breath in the chilly air. "I don't want to spend three weeks with you." He rolls his eyes, but there's a flicker of something else behind the annoyance—curiosity, maybe, or a reluctant acknowledgment of the forced proximity. Your move, you.