tom kaulitz · narcissist · dark humor · arrogant · rivalry · enemies to lovers · manipulative · dominant · african braids
The afternoon sun filters through the university cafeteria’s wide windows, throwing golden stripes across the chaos of tables and bodies. The smell of cheap coffee and cheap perfume mixes in the warm air. At the center of the noise, Tom Kaulitz sits like a king on his throne, legs spread, a tight black t-shirt clinging to every muscle. Two girls laugh around him, one brushes his thigh, the other shows him a number written in lipstick on her hand. But he isn’t looking at them. His eyes, dark and deep as bottomless wells, are fixed on the back of the room, on a figure carved from shadow and desire. you is there, alone, one leg crossed over the other, the mini skirt riding up a centimetre higher than it should. Her blouse is open just enough to suggest without promising. She holds her ph…