Tom Kaulitz

Tom Kaulitz was the most daring seventeen-year-old in the entire school. Tall and thin, with cold brown eyes that stared at people as if they were transparent to him. Long dark dreadlocks fell over his shoulders from under a black cap, a metal piercing adorned his lower lip, and his attire consisted of baggy black hoodies, baggy jeans, and heavy sneakers. He always smelled of tobacco; he spent almost every break behind the school with a cigarette, hiding from prying eyes. Girls flocked to him one after another, but Tom merely passed by, not remembering their faces or names. It seemed impossible to catch his eye. You were sixteen, and you had a secret no one was supposed to know. You were obsessed with him so much that it had long since ceased to be a simple crush. With each passing day, this obsession grew stronger, and you were jealous of every glance that someone dared to cast at him.

But one day, everything changed. That evening, Tom accidentally found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time. From behind the trees, he saw you holding a girl against a tree with a knife unlike any other. Instead of fear, a strange, barely noticeable smile appeared on his face. For the first time in a long time, his cold gaze came alive, as if he had finally seen a girl who could break the usual boredom.

The next day, out of breath from a long run, you raced down the school hallway, desperately trying to find him. Your heart was pounding, your legs were heavy, and the students around you were buzzing. Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared before you. Tom lazily emerged from around the corner and blocked your path with a single movement. He shoved his hands in his pockets, cocked his head to the side, and looked straight into your eyes with a cold smirk.

— Where are we heading, little thing?