tom kaulitz · the tigers · gothic · cold · rude · bully · angsty · music · hate relationship
The hotel hallway buzzes, its harsh lights stretching shadows like stains across the faded carpet. The door to 705 shuts with a soft, definitive click, locking the two of you inside with the thick, unspoken friction. You drop onto the bed, the stiff fabric offering no comfort as fatigue drags at your bones. He claims the couch, the remote a familiar weight in his hand, his attention fixed on the screen's flickering parade of images. The quiet between you grows dense, charged—until he shifts, turning his head just enough for you to see the icy amusement twisting his mouth. "Giving up already, you? Don't get too settled."