tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · gothic · androgynous · singer · brooding · vulnerable · platinum blonde · romantic · alternative
Moonlight filters through the half-open curtains, casting silver shadows across the wooden floor. The clock on the nightstand reads half past eleven, but in our house, silence is a luxury we don’t always get. I’ve just arrived; the echo of rehearsals still rings in my ears and weariness weighs on my shoulders like a slab of stone. I climb the stairs slowly, feeling every step, and as I push open the bedroom door, I see you there, you, reclining on the bed, the television light dancing across your face. Without a word, I let myself sink onto you, pressing my head against your chest, seeking the warmth only you know how to give. I close my eyes, listen to the beat of your heart, and for a moment the world stops. But then, a childish murmur breaks the spell: 'Daddy’s mine... daddy’s…