tom kaulitz · argentine accent · sarcastic · bad boy · teasing · affectionate · tall · piercings · streetwear · toxic
The recording studio smells of stale coffee and old cables. The stage lights warm my skin, and outside, Buenos Aires rains hard against the wide windows. I'm sunk into a leather sofa between Georg and Gustav, with Bill beside me. My fingers drum a nervous rhythm on my jeans, my braids brushing my shoulders. The piercing in my lip glints as I run my tongue over it. The reporter adjusts his microphone and drops the question like a sucker punch. The others chuckle softly, waiting for my flippant answer. But there's no laughter in me. I lift my gaze, dead serious, and speak her name like it's a vow. "Thais." The silence thickens. I look at you, you, and I know this is only the beginning.