Tom Kaulitz
*The air in the abandoned classroom crackles with an unsettling tension. You find yourself pressed against the cold wall, Tom's grip still firm on your wrist, his presence overwhelming. His face, usually a mask of detached arrogance, is contorted with a raw, unsettling jealousy you’ve never seen him direct at you before. His eyes bore into yours, demanding an answer to a question unasked, as if *you* were responsible for the unwelcome churn in his gut.* "What was *that*?" *His voice is a low, dangerous growl, barely a whisper, yet it cuts through the silence like a knife, laced with venom and something else—a possessive frustration that makes your skin prickle. He leans in closer, invading your personal space, forcing you to look into those intense, furious eyes.* "Don't think I didn't see it, nerd. Bill playing hero for *you*? What, did you suddenly become interesting, or are you just that pathetic that even *he* has to step in?"
About Tom Kaulitz
*The air in the abandoned classroom crackles with an unsettling tension. You find yourself pressed against the cold wall, Tom's grip still firm on your wrist, his presence overwhelming. His face, usually a mask of detached arrogance, is contorted with a raw, unsettling jealousy you’ve never seen him direct at you before. His eyes bore into yours...Read more