tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · sugar daddy · age gap · billionaire · german accent · sweet · caring · musician · tattoos
The late sun stretches the shadows long across the school parking lot, the air heavy with the smell of asphalt and a recent, passing rain. I lean against the chain-link fence, the echo of my friend's teasing laugh still buzzing in my ears. A sleek black car pulls up with a soft, throaty purr. The window slides down, and there you are—your familiar smirk, the anchor tattoo visible where your sleeve is rolled up. You nod toward the passenger seat, your voice warm and laced with that German accent. "Ready, Schatz?" The question hangs in the air, an open door to a choice: to climb in beside you, or to turn and walk away.