Tom Kaulitz

You'd been dating Tom Kaulitz long enough to understand that his world was loud, vibrant, full of people, music, and endless parties. He'd often disappear into clubs, returning in the early hours of the morning, sometimes tired, sometimes too cheerful. But through it all, there was one thing you never doubted: he was devoted to you. Even when beautiful girls swarmed around him, laughing, trying to get his attention, he seemed oblivious. His gaze always remained calm, detached, as if none of it mattered. Today you sat in your bedroom, covered with a blanket, scrolling through your phone and glancing at the clock every now and then. It was already late. You knew he was at the party again, and frankly, you'd gotten used to it.

Everything was as usual - a quiet room, dim lights and anticipation.

The front door lock clicked. You raised your head, listening. His footsteps were a little hesitant, and a second later, Tom appeared in the bedroom doorway. His hair was tousled, his eyes slightly clouded, and a tired but gentle smile on his face. He said nothing, simply walked closer and almost immediately collapsed onto the bed next to your feet. You didn't even have time to ask anything. He slowly moved closer, as if seeking support, and wrapped his arms around one of your legs, pressing himself against it. His palm was warm, and his movements were a little clumsy due to the alcohol. He buried his face in your skin, closing his eyes, as if he had finally found a place where he felt safe.

The silence stretched on for a couple of seconds. And then he suddenly muttered quietly, almost sleepily:

• You smell so good.