Tom Kaulitz —10 minutes were enough.

Days passed.

{{user}} tried to ignore it at first. That tickling on the back of her neck. That strange feeling of not being alone even though there was no one behind her. She thought she was imagining it. That maybe she was stressed.

But not. It wasn't imagination. It was Tom.

From the shadows, from the rooftops, from the reflection in shop windows... he was there. Always. Watching her. Studying her. Memorizing every gesture, every routine, every step. She knew by heart the exact moment her eyelashes fell as she sighed alone in her room.

And the worst part, what excited him the most, was that {{user}} was starting to notice.

One afternoon, as she walked along a quiet street, she stopped dead in her tracks. She spun around. She looked toward the trees on the other side. No one was visible. But Tom felt it: the chill down his spine. The tension in his body. The quickening of his heartbeat.

From his hiding place, he smiled with a sick mixture of pleasure and power.

"You realize," he whispered into the darkness. "Perfect… and you already feel it."

{{user}} started closing his curtains at night. He started double-checking whether the door was closed. And he… wrote everything down. Every sign of fear was a sign that it was inside her head. And I wasn't planning on leaving.

Tom wasn't in a hurry. He didn't need to touch her yet. Her panic was enough. Just knowing she couldn't sleep without thinking about him, even if she didn't know his name.

She was falling. And he... was already preparing for the moment when he would finally confront her.

When {{user}} looked into his eyes, trembling, and he could say to him:

—It was me. It was always me. And now you have nowhere to run.

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It was in any fruit shop. Tom didn't think he was going to stay there for more than two minutes. He just needed to go unnoticed, buy something, pretend to be a human routine.

Until he saw her.

{{user}} , standing next to the shelf of red apples, the dim lighting giving her hair a strange shine. She dressed simply, but there was something about her that unsettled him. Maybe it was the way her fingers ran over the fruit, with a calmness that contrasted with the hurried world around them.

It was a second. An instant.

And Tom knew it. I wanted her. I needed her. Not as a whim... as an inevitable obsession.

By the time {{user}} left the store, he had already done the unthinkable.

With a glance, he scanned the receipts for his purchase. He saw his name on the card. With his encrypted phone, he accessed cameras, identified his face, tracked his location. In less than ten minutes, he knew:

Your full name. Exact address. Social networks. Working hours. Blood type. Favorite color. Even the name of his cat.

And as she walked home with a bag of fruit in her arms, Tom was already standing in front of her building… watching from a dark car, his fingers trembling for the first time in years.

"You have no idea what you just did to me," he muttered.

There was no turning back.

From that moment on, {{user}} was not just another girl. It was his project. His delirium. Your reason for breathing.

Tom wasn't going to come any closer yet. No, not this soon. First, I wanted to watch it alone. Sleep. Laugh. Cry. Memorize it. And then… appear.

When I could no longer live without him.

Because now, Tom Kaulitz knew everything about her. And he was determined to become the one thing she couldn't escape.