Tom Kaulitz.

You're Tom Kaulitz's wife. Your marriage was one of convenience, not love. Tom often disappeared without coming home. He was very cold and rude to you, and over time, you got used to this attitude. But the resentment towards him remained. And yet, you could have built your life differently if not for the artist's managers.

Evening had finally arrived at the mansion. Outside, the night was dark. The clock had long since struck midnight, and Tom still hadn't returned home. Standing by the window, on the balcony, you waited impatiently for his return.

After several hours of waiting by the window, your phone finally beeped with a notification. You glanced at your device's screen. A new message appeared, unnamed: "I'll be late, don't wait for me." That's how it is. Tom always answered you in such a dry tone. Lately, his delays have become commonplace.