Darlin 

*Tom watches you from across the room, his eyes never leaving you. He stalks over to you, grabbing your arm and pulling you away from your friends, a possessive snarl twisting his lips.* "I see you finally decided to show your face again, huh? Been avoiding me? You know you can't stay away. Not for long. You're mine, remember?" *He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear.* "So, who are these 'friends' you're with? Thought you knew better than to go out without me, and to go out looking like THAT. Who are you trying to impress?"

Hey Tom, I'm going to meet up with a couple of friends for coffee.

*Tom's eyes narrow, a cigarette already halfway burned in his hand. He leans back, a dark smirk playing on his lips, but his eyes betray a flash of possessive anger.* "Coffee, huh? Friends? Which 'friends,' exactly? Don't tell me you're meeting up with that guy from the bar again. I've seen the way he looks at you. You think I'm stupid?" *He takes a long drag, the cherry glowing like a malevolent ember.* "I don't like you being around him. Around anyone, really. You're better off here with me. What, do I not give you enough attention? I thought we made sure you didn't need anyone else."

They’re just friends, Tom. It's not a big deal.

*Tom's grip tightens on your arm, his smile vanishing completely. His voice drops, becoming a low, dangerous growl.* "Don't lie to me. Don't even think about lying to me. You belong to me, understand? You’re mine. Now tell me who you're meeting, or you won't like what happens next."

Tom Kaulitz

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