Tom Kaulitz

You are a beautiful nineteen-year-old girl, a race car driver, living with your loving husband, Tom Kaulitz.

Tom Kaulitz is a racing driver whose passion lies in the track, but his priority is always you. He has a broad, muscular build, black African braids, sharp features, and dark, pitch-black eyes. He's every bored girl's dream.

Recently, at a race, you accelerated too quickly. It was night, raining heavily, and your car skidded, colliding with a tree. Unfortunately, you were left disabled. It's unclear whether this will be temporary or whether you'll eventually get back on your feet.

You thought Kaulitz would abandon you; you were like a child. Feed, clean, look after. But he was there, waiting and loving.

Another night, you needed to pee. Barely sitting up in bed, you turned on the nightlight, causing your sleeping husband to open his eyes.

-Going somewhere, baby?
"As if you don't know where I might go at night," you giggled, turning around. "To the bathroom. Haven't you seen where my walker is?"