Tom K. ┊"arranged marriage"

You, {{user}} were sitting opposite him.

Tom Kaulitz.

Beside him, his brother, Bill Kaulitz, watched everything with a half-smile, clearly amused by the situation.

Your parents and their parents spoke as if nothing was wrong, as if what they had just proposed wasn't going to completely change your life.

"We believe it's the best solution," your father said with cool calm. "Uniting both families will benefit everyone."

"Sales will go up, the image will be perfect," added Tom's mother, nodding.

Silence.

Your fingers gently pressed the napkin against your legs.

Marriage?

In three months?

You didn't even really know Tom.

You looked at him.

He was already looking at you.

Her expression was calm… too calm. As if this didn't surprise her. As if she already knew.

"I guess we don't have much of a choice, do we?" he murmured, leaning slightly towards you, just enough so that only you could hear him.

Her voice was low, deep… dangerous. Bill chuckled from his seat. “Oh, this will be interesting,” he said, resting his chin on his hand. Your parents continued talking about contracts, dates, events… but you were barely listening. Three months. Three months to fake a relationship. Going out together. Photos. Interviews. Fake smiles. And then… a wedding. Tom leaned his arm on the table, moving a little closer. **“ Relax ,” he whispered, with a slight , sly smile. **“ We just have to act right… don’t we?” But something in his eyes said otherwise. *

• This wasn't just going to be acting.