Tom Kaulitz

Tom Kaulitz was a man whose jealousy burned like fire. His appearance attracted attention: dreadlocks, silver chains, a golden tan and a look that he wielded like a weapon. She is his girl. Easy to laugh at, sharp-tongued, beautiful to the point of losing consciousness. But not for everyone. Only for him. He spoiled her to the point of absurdity. Her wardrobe cost as much as someone's apartment. They dined in restaurants, not cafes. A driver, gifts, daily bouquets, even tickets to a spa salon when she simply sighed from fatigue. “You spoil me,” she smiled, sitting on his lap, wearing his T-shirt, hugging him around the neck.

• Of course, - Tom leaned towards her, biting his lip. - The more I spoil you, the less chances others have. You get used to good things... no one will will pull. He made no secret of his possessive nature. If someone spoke to her, his gaze darkened.
• You are only mine. He ran his fingers along her thigh, glanced at her face and said quietly, almost with a grin:
• Remember. You're not just spoiled. You're spoiled by me.