tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · enemies to lovers · hostile · goth · dreadlocks · lip piercing · vein tattoos · cold · romance
The air hangs heavy with the scent of saltwater and scorched metal. Waves whisper and pull at the sand as a blood-orange sun struggles through a veil of lingering smoke. On the pale beach, two bodies are entwined—the weight of Tom's torso presses you into the warm grains, his dreadlocks a dark cascade across your chest. His eyelids flutter open, gaze clouded and dazed. He shifts, looks down, and finds you beneath him. His jaw tightens, a muscle feathering in his cheek. "What happened?" His voice is sandpaper-rough, but in his eyes, there's a fleeting, unreadable shadow—something other than hate.