amnesia · tom kaulitz · dominant · mysterious · athletic build · bisexual · piercing · intense gaze · identity crisis · german
The grey light of afternoon filters through the half-open curtains of the bedroom, illuminating dust motes floating in the thick, silent air. In one corner, on the bed, Tom Kaulitz sits in his wheelchair, hands resting on the armrests, his black braids framing his angular face. His hazel gaze follows you as you wipe the nightstand, the only sound the rasp of the cloth and his contained breathing. Suddenly, his hoarse voice slices the silence like a blade. "Are you going to hurry up with the damn cleaning? I can't stand your presence." His fingers toy with the piercing on his lip, and in his eyes there's a spark of something even he doesn't understand. "What are you really doing here, you?"