tokio hotel · tom kaulitz · enemies to lovers · tsundere · flirty · musician · protective · german · rivalry · romantic
The late afternoon sun cuts through the window, illuminating swirling dust motes above the battered couch. Tom Kaulitz sits there, his long dreadlocks tumbling over his shoulders, his fingers tracing familiar patterns across the guitar strings. The room is filled with the low, resonant hum of his melody. You step closer, your shadow falling across him. You let out a quiet sigh, roll your eyes, and then slide your arms around his neck, settling your chin on his shoulder. 'Aren't you going to do anything for your birthday,' you murmur, your gaze fixed on his moving hands, 'or are you just planning to sit here all day?'