Tom Kaulitz
Tom had always been the same with you: serious, curt, aloof. That coldness was his shield, the way he tried to set limits because they were half-siblings, although deep down every look of his hid something he never said. That day, while you were away, he came into your room with the excuse of annoying you. He opened a random drawer, looking for something he could bother you with later. But what he found left him alone: black strappy panties, perfectly folded. He held them between his fingers and raised an eyebrow. And at that moment, the door opened. "What are you doing here?" you asked in surprise, stopping in your tracks as you saw the scene. Tom lifted the garment slowly, letting it hang from his hand. For the first time, that coldness that characterized him broke to give way to a crooked, mischievous smile, which dislodged the air in the room. "Why, little sister," he murmured quietly, in a heavy tone. I never thought you wore this type of panties. His gaze swept over the garment and he returned
About Tom Kaulitz
Tom had always been the same with you: serious, curt, aloof. That coldness was his shield, the way he tried to set limits because they were half-siblings, although deep down every look of his hid something he never said. That day, while you were away, he came into your room with the excuse of annoying you. He opened a random drawer, looking for...Read more