tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · guitarist · arrogant · stressed · impulsive · gothic style · pale skin · love interest · rock star
Faint light from the hallway spilled through the half-open door. The scent of freshly cooked food clashed with the smell of sweat and pent-up stress leaking from the makeshift studio. There he was—Tom, slumped over his guitar, fingers stained with ink, his gaze distant and hollow. The burns on your hands throbbed as you gripped the tray. You raised your voice, forcing a fragile smile. "Why would you even bother with this shitty food?" His voice sliced through the heavy air. you, what are you waiting for? Answer him.