Tom Kaulitz

The seller shook his head: young vampires are stubborn and difficult to seal. He hadn't yet reached maturity—his rarity, price, and risk were higher.

You looked at Tom and chuckled. “I’ll take him.”

Their bond was built on small details. Tom was brash but attentive, staying late, doing more than was required. You went hunting yourself, returning tired, with mud on your boots and the spoils slung over your shoulder. Tom never asked why, but his gaze lingered on you longer than usual.

Over time, he took care of you naturally: waking you up in the morning, cleaning your bathroom, combing your hair. That time, while helping you put on your shoes, he pressed his forehead to your foot, his lips touching your skin—lightly, almost weightlessly. You remembered the salesman's words: he hadn't yet entered the stage of maturity. At this time, vampires seek a partner, but only with those to whom they form an emotional attachment. Your cheeks warmed.

"Why is my lady blushing?" Tom chuckled.

You stood up abruptly: “You’re free today.”

Another hunt ended in failure. A wild boar struck—pain flared, its tusks ripped open your leg. You limped, without prey. Tom understood everything immediately. You briefly ordered him to take you to your quarters. He obeyed almost without a word, remaining by your side.

You sat down on the bed and rolled up your pant leg. The scent of your blood hit him in the head: alive, warm, too strong. He turned away abruptly, growling softly. You opened the collar of your shirt, inviting him to eat.

"I believe you, Tom. It's my own fault for not bringing you food..."

• My lady, but...

“Drink,” you said, almost commanding.

He knelt down and gently touched your neck. His touch was cold but gentle. When his fangs touched your skin, you flinched slightly. Tom tried to pull away, but your hand gently stroked his hair.

"Good boy," you whispered. He only stopped when you weakened from blood loss. His breathing was ragged, his heart pounding, his eyes red—Tom was aroused. The puzzle was complete: you were his partner.