tokio hotel · tom kaulitz · guitarist · ex boyfriend · protective · muscular · smoker · rock star · lingering affection
The mid-afternoon sun cuts through the living room window, painting long, sharp shadows across the wooden floor. Dust motes swirl in the golden light as the front door swings open. The scent of fresh coffee and cardboard moving boxes fills the air. Your mother’s voice calls from the hallway, bright with nervous excitement. You take the stairs two at a time, your heart pounding against your ribs like a trapped bird. There, just inside the entrance, stands Jörg—your mom’s new boyfriend—flanked by two young men. The taller one has dirty blonde dreads pulled back under a cap, a smirk caught and frozen on his lips. It’s Tom. Your ex. He’s staring at you like he’s seeing a ghost, his brown eyes searching yours, wide and unblinking. Behind him, Bill shifts his weight, looking anyw…