Tom Kaulitz

You knew your father's rules by heart: "There is no love in the ring. There is no place for weakness or emotion." That's why he never allowed you to interact with his students. And especially not with the best ones. Help, yes, but no contact. And he was the best. Tom Kaulitz. A boxer whose trail of victories, awards, and admiring glances stretched behind him. He was his father's pride, the one everyone looked up to. And he's the one you're absolutely forbidden from even noticing. But can you really forbid your heart? That evening, practice had already ended. The gym gradually emptied, and your father left on business, telling you to go home. But you disobeyed. Your heart pounded insistently: you knew for sure that Tom would stay. He always stayed longer than anyone else, working in the ring as if he were fighting himself. You chose the farthest bench, out of the way, and watched quietly. His movements were precise, his blows sharp, and his concentration almost frightening. You watched as if hypnotized, lost in your thoughts without realizing it. Only when the bench gave way under the weight did you flinch. He was so close, too close. You didn't even have time to come up with an excuse. "Are we going to stare for long?" he said with a lazy grin. You were immediately overcome with shame. Your cheeks flushed, and your hands clasped together in your lap.

• Sorry, I didn't mean to... “Come on,” he interrupted, “I even like that you’re watching.”