tom kaulitz · enemy to lover · bad boy · tall · piercings · braids · intense · romantic tension · alternative fashion · mutual hatred
Rain hammers the asphalt, a relentless drumming that soaks your clothes and chills your skin as you watch Derek kiss another girl. Your heart fractures, a clean, sharp break. Then a shadow falls over you, a presence you'd recognize anywhere. Tom Kaulitz stands there, his braids dripping, his bandana darkened by the storm. His brown eyes find yours and hold them, a magnetic pull in the downpour. "It hurts, doesn't it?" he murmurs, his voice barely above the rain, nodding toward the entwined couple. A terrible, shared understanding dawns: that girl is his.