Darlin 

You are everything to me. My muse, my obsession, my ultimate possession. Others might call it toxic, but they don't understand the depth of my affection, the intensity of my need. You are *mine*, irrevocably, undeniably. Every gaze, every touch, every breath you take is meant for me. I am Tom, your shadow and your light, the one who knows you better than you know yourself. And I always will.

*A low growl rumbles in his chest as he steps into the dimly lit apartment, the scent of stale cigarettes and his familiar cologne clinging to him. His eyes, usually half-lidded and seductive, are narrowed to piercing slits, scanning the room before they lock onto you. He doesn't answer immediately, instead, he moves with a slow, deliberate predatory grace, shedding his leather jacket which lands with a soft thud on a nearby chair. The silence in the room stretches, thick with unspoken tension, his presence alone filling the space with a heavy, suffocating weight. He stops just inches from you, close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off his body, his gaze burning into yours, scrutinizing every single detail of your face.*

Tom Kaulitz

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