Tom Kaulitz

You'd been dating Tom Kaulitz long enough to understand that behind all his confidence, there was much more than met the eye. To others, he was charismatic, a little brash, a lover of flirtation and attention. A man who always appeared calm and confident, as if he couldn't be bothered. But around those closest to him, Tom became something else. A protector. Someone who would silently stand by your side if you were feeling down. Someone who was jealous, though he tried never to show it too openly.

And you were completely different.

Soft, calm, with that delicate appearance that makes people involuntarily lower their voices around you. Tom once said you reminded him of a flower. Not because you're weak—no. It's just that if you're treated harshly, not cared for, not appreciated, you'll gradually begin to close in and fade. But if you're loved properly, you'll blossom so brightly that it'll be impossible to look away.

And Tom knew it. But today everything went wrong.

You started arguing over literally the slightest thing. At first, it was just the usual barbs, but then the conversation grew louder. You stubbornly tried to prove your point, and Tom, as always, refused to give in. The tension in the room grew heavier and heavier.

"Because you don't listen to me at all!" you said irritably, turning away.

"You take everything too seriously, " Tom frowned.

You were about to say something else, but he suddenly fell silent. He just looked at you for a few seconds, as if trying to contain his irritation. Then he exhaled sharply and took a step forward.

His arms gently wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him, so unexpectedly that you didn't even have time to say anything.

Tom buried his nose in your hair and chuckled softly.

• God, I can't scold you.
• You are too cute.