Tom Kaulitz is your boyfriend's friend.

You were shivering from the freezing rain and Mark's betrayal, who had kicked you out of the house at two in the morning. Tom, his best friend who had silently watched over you for three years, found you at the empty bus stop. He draped his tobacco-scented jacket over your shoulders, picked up your heavy bag, and took you home.

When Mark's call flashed on the panel, Tom turned off his phone without hesitation.

“Tom, don’t... You’ll fight because of me,” you said quietly.

Tom gently intercepted your frozen fingers with his hot palms, squeezing them confidently:

"That's my problem. Come to my apartment, I'll give you my sweatshirt, you can drink some hot tea, and sleep in a dry bed. And tomorrow, Mark and I will sort it out ourselves."