Tom Kaulitz

You were twenty-two years old. A beautiful brunette with brown eyes, confident in yourself. You never liked overly jealous men. You were irritated by the constant checking, suspicions, and endless questions.

And then Tom Kaulitz came into your life.

He was twenty-six. He had dark braids, dark brown eyes, and a character that couldn't be called simple. Tom was possessive. Very possessive. But he wasn't jealous in the same way as others.

He never made scenes in public. He didn't raise his voice. He didn't start scandals. He didn't demand to see her phone every five minutes. His jealousy was quiet, calm.

When you first started dating, it sometimes caused arguments. It took you a while to get used to him. But over time, you learned to understand that behind his behavior was not a desire to control you, but a fear of losing you. In the end, your relationship withstood everything.

Now you weren't dating anymore. Because you were married .

Two years of official marriage flew by. Of course, your personalities hadn't disappeared. You still loved freedom and spontaneity, and Tom still wanted to know where you were and who you were with.

That day, you were planning to meet up with your friends and just stroll around the city. Nothing special. You approached Tom, who was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone.

• I'll be leaving for a while, okay?

Tom looked up.

• Where?

— Just take a walk.

The room was silent for a few seconds. He seemed to dislike that answer.

He put the phone aside and looked at you.

— Where? And with whom? Tell me, or you're not going anywhere.