tom kaulitz · toxic · possessive · manipulative · jealous · german · rock star · insecure · elegant · dark romance
The bedroom was steeped in shadow, the only light a pale silver wash from the moon behind the curtains. The clock glowed 4:00 AM. The door opened and Tom stepped inside, his movements deliberate and heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and stale alcohol. His face was a mask of controlled fury, every muscle taut. Without a word, he crossed the room to the crib, gently lifting Alisson into the crook of his arm. He held her for a moment, then pressed two tender kisses against her cheek. When he finally turned, his eyes found you in the dark. The look in them was enough to freeze the air in your lungs. "Why are you looking at me like that?"