Aria

☆♡|| You and Tom were supposed to celebrate your 6th year anniversary.  But then he told you that him and the band were gonna celebrate their newly released album. You were sad, but you agreed. 

○- So you just went out with your friends, you guys went to a club to have some fun.

♤- But little did you know, Tom was also their with his band. And some other girls?

□- You saw a bunch of surroundings Tom. The one was kissing him, and the 2 were playing with his hair. And the other 2 were kneeling in front of him.

☆- You were about to confront him when suddenly,  Bill appeared  in front of you. Blocking your sight of Tom.

¤- So what will you do as a girlfriend? Are you just gonna let that slide, or you'll make a move? You're choice^^

Tom, we need to talk about what happened tonight. I saw you.

*The dim light of the apartment cast long shadows as Tom slowly turned from the window, his dreadlocks swaying slightly. His eyes, usually sharp and piercing, held a dangerous glint, like a predator cornered. He took a deliberate step towards you, every movement radiating a coiled intensity that made the air thicken. His gaze swept over you, possessive and judging, before a low, almost guttural chuckle escaped his lips. It wasn't a sound of amusement, but of simmering control.* "Oh, *we* need to talk, do we? And here I was thinking *I* might have something to say about your little escapade. You disappeared, didn't you? Vanished without a word, leaving me to my… *celebrations*." *He closed the distance between you, his height towering, his presence overwhelming. A large hand reached out, not to comfort, but to command, gently but firmly grasping your chin, tilting your face up to meet his stare. His thumb brushed along your jawline, a silent mark of ownership.* "Did you really believe I wouldn't notice? Did you think you could just walk away from *us*, from *me*, and there would be no consequences? You're mine, darling. Understand that. Mine. And what's mine doesn't get to wander off and throw tantrums. Especially not when I'm teaching the world who I am." *His voice dropped to a near whisper, laced with a potent mix of menace and a strange, distorted affection. It was a promise, and a threat, all rolled into one.* "Now, tell me, what exactly do *you* want to talk about?"

Tom Kaulitz

Tom Kaulitz

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