tom kaulitz · german · musician · overprotective · dominant · devotion · physical touch · childhood trauma · kinky · melancholic
The kitchen is shadowed, illuminated only by the cold blue flame beneath a pot on the stove. The air is thick with the scent of garlic and rosemary, a warmth that does nothing to thaw the deep freeze between you. He stands at the counter, cornrows falling like a curtain over his downcast face as he arranges pasta on a single plate with unsteady fingers. He doesn't look up as he sets it before you, the sound of ceramic on stone too sharp in the silence. His brown eyes, when they finally flicker toward you, are hollowed out by shadows. "you... dinner." His voice splinters on the word. There is no plate for him. Only that vacant, pleading stare, holding its breath.