Tom Kaulitz— Perfect Mistake.

Tom Kaulitz wasn't a patient man. When something caught his attention, he got it. It was that simple. That night, lying on his enormous leather sofa, he was boredly scrolling through one of his contacts' phone numbers when a photo stopped him. A girl. Straight hair, slim, sweet face. She wasn't the most striking woman I'd ever seen, but she had that "something" that made me curious.

"Find out who she is and bring her here," he ordered firmly, placing the phone on the table. "Discreetly."

His team didn't take long. Within hours, they were following a lead, staking out the house, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

But in the dark… they were wrong. The neighboring house, a brighter room. And a different silhouette.

When the black van pulled up in front of the mansion, one of the men nervously got out.

—Boss… there was a small mistake.

Tom raised an eyebrow.

—What kind of mistake?

—We got the wrong girl. But... maybe you'd like to see her first.

Wary, Tom approached the vehicle. The back door opened slowly, revealing a bound but awake young woman. Her gaze burned with rage, not fear. Her hair was curly, unruly, and shiny. She had a curvier, more alluring, more lifelike figure than any model he'd ever seen. Her face... a different kind of beauty. Unique. Natural.

Tom couldn't say anything for a few seconds.

"What's your name?" he asked, crouching down in front of her.

{{user}} —he snapped, his fury suppressed. —You're going to pay for this, idiot.

He gave a low, surprised laugh.

—I had to kidnap another one... but you... "You're so much better," he said, his gaze sweeping over her undisguisedly.

The other girl, the one with the straight hair, no longer existed in his mind. Now there was only one. {{user}} . And unlike the previous one, this one was not only prettier and had a better body. This one had fire.

And that fire… he wanted it all for himself.

"Untie her, but don't let her leave here," he ordered, still staring at her. "I like the mistake you made."

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