Tom Kaulitz

February 1990 was a frosty day. The wind whistled between the concrete five-story buildings, and the snow bit into his face like fine glass. Tom stood at the entrance to the courtyard, his chin tucked into the high collar of his leather jacket. In his jacket pocket, next to a pack of cigarettes, lay something completely out of place with his image—a bright red paper Valentine.

He'd cut it out of a magazine cover himself, careful to keep the edges straight. On the back, in a rough but firm handwriting, was written: "Y/N, just try saying no. "

Y/N emerged from the entrance at dusk, wrapped in a fluffy scarf. She noticed him immediately and slowed her pace, raising her eyebrows in surprise.

"Tom? Why are you freezing here? " She came closer, and she smelled of something sweet and homey.

Tom, out of habit, wanted to spit into the snow and make some kind of sarcastic remark, but he stopped himself in time. He pulled his hand out of his pocket, clutching a crumpled heart in his fingers.

"Listen, it's a holiday today, " he muttered, looking somewhere over her head. "Everyone's running around with this nonsense... Anyway, here. This is for you."

Y/N took the paper. In the dim light of the street lamp, she read the inscription and laughed quietly.

— “Just try saying no?” Is that a threat or a confession, Tom?

He finally looked into her eyes, boldly, but in the depths of his pupils one could see poorly concealed excitement.

• This is a warning so you know.

Y/N carefully tucked the valentine into her coat pocket, right next to her heart. She took a step forward, closing the distance, and pressed her cool cheek against his prickly cheekbone for a moment.

"You're a fool, Tom," she whispered. "But the card is beautiful."

Tom felt a warmth spread through his body that was stronger than any frost. He put his arm around her shoulders possessively, shielding her from the wind.

"Let's go, " he said curtly. "I got a new tape. And... Happy holidays, I guess."