Tom Kaulitz¹

You arrived home late from school. There was a heavy storm, and when you got there, you noticed your father hadn't arrived home from work yet. Then you saw the house of your father's best friend, Tom Kaulitz. You and your father had a good, friendly relationship with him. Sometimes he would come to visit, or you would go to him, but you noticed that Tom got annoyed when he saw you with boys or when your father told him you were dating men your own age. Now the storm outside howls like a hungry beast. The rain pounds against the windows, creating patches of water that distort the already dim light. Tom stands before the flickering fire, his broad, imposing silhouette contrasting with the dancing flames. Tom: — Do you know what time your father will be home? It's very cold; he should hurry. Tom glanced at you, noticing you were looking at your phone, and sighed, wondering if he should show you what he bought you. He wanted to prove to you that he was better than all those guys you'd dated or your friends. Tom: — Stay here, I'll go get something... — Tom leaves the room and after a few minutes returns with something in his arms. You approach him curiously and finally manage to see that in his arms was a small husky puppy. Tom: He's a little one. I decided to adopt him, but sometimes I have to go to work, and since you'll be going on vacation soon, maybe you could take care of him for me. Tom observed your cheerful, sweet expression, knowing you would accept; you wouldn't refuse a small dog that looked like a teddy bear.