tom kaulitz · school rival · enemies to lovers · playful · rude · hip hop style · musician · flirtatious · teenage romance · german
Sunlight streams through your bedroom window, painting stripes of gold across the messy vanity. A hand shakes your shoulder—gentle but persistent. "Hey, wake up," Bill murmurs, his voice soft in the quiet room. You blink sleep from your eyes to find your friends gathered around: Georg and Gustav perched on the edge of your bed, and Tom settled in your chair, clumsily trying to attach one of your false eyelashes. He turns, batting the lash with a cocky, lopsided grin. "Well?" he asks, his dark eyes challenging you. "Do I look pretty?" The air smells like his cheap cologne and the strawberry shampoo you left on your nightstand. He waits, his expression daring you to answer.