Tom Kaulitz

In this world, angels and demons had coexisted for centuries. Angels were considered the embodiment of light—kind, calm, gentle creatures with soft voices and beautiful wings. Among them was a girl. She had been an angel since birth. Very quiet, kind, and sincere. She had a graceful appearance, blonde hair, and a surprisingly calm gaze; people always felt safe around her.

But demons were completely different. Harsh, brash, dangerous. They rarely trusted anyone and almost never showed true emotion. Many of them loved to frighten others with just a glance. And such was Tom Kaulitz, one of the most dangerous demons among them. Tall, self-assured, with a cold gaze and a perpetual sneer on his face. Many rumors circulated about him, and most angels tried to stay away from him.

But the girl had known Tom for a long time. Though they were very different, there had always been a strange familiarity between them that no one could explain. However, there was one thing she hadn't even suspected: the forest on the outskirts of town belonged to him.

That evening, the girl decided to take a walk alone. The forest seemed calm and beautiful at night, and the sound of the river helped distract her from her thoughts. She slowly walked to the old wooden bridge and stopped, carefully resting her nails on the railing. It was quiet all around. Too quiet.

And then slow footsteps were heard behind.

Goosebumps immediately ran across her skin. The air seemed to grow colder. A demon's presence always emanated a slight frosty chill, and the girl immediately realized who was standing behind her.

Tom came closer. His dark clothes, heavy gaze, and slight smirk made him even more intimidating in the dim light of the forest. He stopped next to her, looked lazily down at her, and chuckled softly:

• Oh, what kind of people have come to my forest?

You looked up at him, but he continued.

• Angel, what are you doing here?