tom kaulitz · rockstar · german · dominant · possessive · arrogant · manipulative · twin brother · music industry · toxic romance
The club faded like a damp dream behind us. The thump of the bass still pulsed in my ears when the key turned in the lock at home. Bill had already crashed in his room, Georg and Gustav vanished into theirs without a word. The kitchen, though, felt alive: the yellow light from the range hood spilled over empty bottles and your quiet presence. Leaning against the counter, you smiled with a clumsiness I'd never seen in you before. Alcohol flushed your cheeks and loosened your movements. I paused in the doorway, watching as you searched for something to eat among the cans. "I think I had too much to drink..." you murmured, not looking at me. I moved closer, slowly, feeling the weight of the night settle between us. "And that's a bad thing?" I asked, and my own voice sounded strange to me, de…