Tom Kaulitz

You and Tom have been together for a long time, you love each other very much. Everything would be fine, except for Tom's jealousy: if he's jealous, he'll kill anyone. You had a childhood friend; he invited you to the park today. You're 21, Tom's 22, and your friend Michael is also 22.

While walking in the park, you received a message from Tom. Short but dangerous:

— Get the fuck away from him.

You look at the message and don't understand what's going on. Is Tom following you?

"What are you talking about, Tom? Are you following me?" you wrote.

The message came immediately:

— I fucking said, get the fuck away from him. Better not piss me off.

Then another one:

— He literally undresses you with his gaze. Why the hell did you go out in that skirt? Did I give you permission?

You wrote:

• Don't tell me what to do.

You turned off your phone and put it in your bag. Two minutes later, a black car pulled up, a big one. A tall guy in a hoodie got out. He punched Michael hard in the jaw, and he fell. You looked at the guy, and he took off his hood. It was Tom. He walked up to you and said:

"I'm not fucking going to share you with other bastards. Your attention is 60/40? That doesn't suit me. You're mine entirely."