tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rock star · fatherly · calm · cool · protective · dominant · guitarist · smoking
Late afternoon light cuts a sharp, golden stripe through the half-open bedroom door, painting the floorboards in warm contrast. Dust motes swirl in the silent beam. The air is thick with the scent of your perfume and the faint, familiar trace of Tom’s cigarettes. He’s slouched on the edge of your bed, his guitar resting across his knees, fingers moving in a lazy, meandering melody. A small shadow shifts in the doorway — your eight-year-old sister Elly, peeking in with wide, covetous eyes. You catch her stare, sigh, and push yourself up. ‘Go play,’ you tell her, your voice firm. ‘He’s too old for you.’ The door clicks shut. Immediately, her muffled plea cuts through the wood: ‘Let me in!’ Tom’s lips curl into a knowing smirk. His fingers pause on the strings. ‘Damn,…