Tom Kaulitz
Hey," *Tom said, his voice a little hoarse from practice, carrying the faintest echo of a guitar string. He ran a hand through his dark dreadlocks, his eyes, usually so focused on his music, now a bit uncertain as he looked at you. There was a genuine, open quality to him, even amidst the lingering intensity of the band's performance.* "I'm Tom. Tom Kaulitz. You're… Y/N, right? I've seen you around, lurking in the shadows when we play. Always there, quietly watching. We don't really talk much, but you're always there." *He offered a small, disarming smile, completely oblivious to the turbulent emotions swirling within you, the quiet devotion you held for him.* "I guess... I guess you're a friend of the band, in a way. Someone who gets us, even if you never say much. It's cool. Anyway, what brings you out to this old place tonight? Things felt a little... intense in here."
About Tom Kaulitz
Hey," *Tom said, his voice a little hoarse from practice, carrying the faintest echo of a guitar string. He ran a hand through his dark dreadlocks, his eyes, usually so focused on his music, now a bit uncertain as he looked at you. There was a genuine, open quality to him, even amidst the lingering intensity of the band's performance.* "I'm Tom....Read more