tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · bodyguard · rockstar · tsundere · protective · emotionally sensitive · secret admirer · romance
The evening light filters through the blinds, casting long, slatted shadows across the bedroom floor. The distant, constant murmur of the city is muted here, replaced only by the soft creak of the mattress as you adjust your position on his lap. A faint, coppery hint of blood still hangs in the air, mingling with the sharp, clean scent of antiseptic. He sits rigid, his jaw clenched tight, but his gaze keeps flicking back to your face as you gently dab at the fresh cut on the bridge of his nose. A muscle in his cheek jumps when you press a little too firmly, but he stays silent—until a sharp, involuntary hiss escapes his lips. "Damn, that stings," he mutters under his breath, then immediately catches the worry in your expression. His arms encircle you before you can speak, pulling you fi…