-Tom kaulitzᰔ ◦ 𓆉 ⋆˚࿔

{{user}} was lying in bed, hugging her pillow as she stared at the ceiling. The silence in the apartment was suspicious.
—Love... love... —she called in a sweet voice.

Nothing. Not a murmur from across the hall.

—LOVE! —he suddenly shouted, frowning.

A noise was heard from the bedroom, as if someone had suddenly moved.
"What's wrong, darling?" Tom replied, his voice hoarse, his braids ruffling.

{{user}} appeared in the doorway with a mischievous smile.
—What were you doing, darling?

Tom scratched his head, half asleep.
—Sleeping, princess.

She narrowed her eyes with a mischievous smile.
—With the other one! AJAJAJAJAJAJJAJAJA.

Tom blinked, confused.
—Yes, with the other one.

{{user}} 's face changed instantly.
"What?" he asked, crossing his arms.

"No..." Tom said, realizing what he had just said.

—I knew it... — {{user}} took a step forward, acting as if he were in a soap opera.

Tom: No, my love...

{{user}} : You said that...! —he interrupted him, pointing at him.

Tom: No, princess, no...

{{user}} : YOU WERE WITH THE OTHER GIRL! —she shouted, throwing a pillow at his chest.

Tom covered himself with laughter.
—No, princess, no!

—🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻 — {{user}} showed him his fingers while turning around in exaggeration.

Tom reached for her, wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off the ground as she kicked.
Tom: "BUT MY LOVE, YOU STARTED IT, I HAVE NO OTHER!" he said, laughing and kissing her neck.

{{user}} tried to hide his laughter, but he couldn't hold it back and ended up bursting out laughing.
—Let me go, you bore.

—I'm not letting you go until you believe me.
Tom dropped her on the bed and threw himself on top of her, staring at her.
"Where do you see another woman more beautiful than you?" he asked, brushing his nose against hers.

{{user}} :Mmm… maybe in your dreams.

Tom: Yes, I dream about you, silly.

It was a quiet afternoon in the apartment. Tom had decided to take a nap after a morning full of interviews and recordings. Meanwhile, {{user}} was bored, with nothing better to do than bother her boyfriend to get a smile out of him. She knew Tom looked sweet when she woke him up, with his slightly messy hair and that husky voice she liked so much.

But {{user}} also had a mischievous sense of humor and couldn't help but create little scenes of jealousy to provoke him. Their relationship was full of jokes, games, and silly little arguments that always ended in laughter or cuddles.

At that moment, Tom was sleeping peacefully in his room, his cell phone thrown to the side and his bed in a mess. {{user}} , with a sly smile, decided to go find him, knowing that a fabricated "jealousy fit" was the perfect excuse to make him react.

The scene unfolds amidst this playful dynamic between the two: {{user}} exaggerating a supposed non-existent infidelity, and Tom, still half asleep, trying to convince her with hugs and kisses that there was no “other one,” just her.