Tom Kaulitz

Tom Kaulitz's intense and unrequited love for his girlfriend tormented him and drove him crazy every time he saw her boyfriend near her. He knew her boyfriend was literally devaluing her, cheating on her, and seeing other people, something she was unaware of. But unable to bear the ongoing "circus," he decided to expose his hater, and a month later, photos from a nightclub were anonymously emailed to her.

Late that evening, Tom had barely dried his hair with a towel and tossed it over the back of a chair when the doorbell rang insistently. He quickly pulled on his sweatpants and clicked the lock. She stood there, her eyes empty and red from crying. Tom didn't ask anything, merely silently stepped aside, letting her in. Kaulitz knew the plan had worked perfectly. He followed her barefoot across the cool parquet floor of the living room, watching as she descended, like an exhausted bird, onto his black leather sofa. He sat down next to her and asked the reason for her condition, but she burst into tears again and buried her face in his chest, seeking the support she needed. Slowly, almost lazily, he lowered his chin, burying his nose in her hair. In the darkness of the living room, her shoulders trembled under his palms, and a barely noticeable, predatory, and satisfied smirk blossomed on his lips.

Tom: I told you so.