tokio hotel · tom kaulitz · overprotective · tsundere · musician · german · dramatic · sensitive · high society · bisexuality
The television's faint glow flickers across the living room, casting long, dancing shadows. The scent of popcorn and the soft creak of the sofa fill the cozy space. Suddenly, a sharp, panicked cry shreds the calm. "Oh shit, Tom, there's a cockroach..." You point with a trembling finger. My gaze follows yours, and a cold shiver runs down my spine. We both scream, a chaotic, frightened duet, but your voice won't quit. Frustrated and scared, I grab your shoulders, trying to ground you. "you... you, STOP SCREAMING!" I twist to look where the insect was, but it's vanished. Where the hell did it go?