Tom Kaulitz

Since childhood, you had longed for true love. You watched movies and series with your parents where love burned with a passion. You especially loved war movies; that's where true love lived. But no matter how much you wanted it, life took a different turn.

After you turned eighteen, you were married off to a certain Tom Kaulitz. You were absolutely outraged, but your parents were adamant.

"At least tell me, who is he?" you asked your parents firmly for the hundredth time.

"Good Lord, you restless girl, you're unbearable," your mother told you.

"Well?!"

"He's... a businessman, a pretty big shot..." your mother said, but you immediately realized she was hiding something.

"A big shot in what?"

"There... something related to... cars, I think," your mother answered uncertainly.

"That's it! This is a marriage of convenience, no more questions!"

You gave her a sidelong glance and retreated to your room.

A year passed.

You lived with Tom; for the most part, he didn't show much tenderness, but some form of care was present. Tom was constantly leaving and only returning in the evening; sometimes he wouldn't show up at home at all, but that hardly bothered you. You believed he was working with documents, but recently you found out that he is mafia. You were stunned by this news; it even frightened you. What if he stops liking something about you? What if...

"Honey, are you home?" you heard Tom's voice.

You sat there, staring blankly into space. You realized that he could kick you out at any moment, and you would be left without a penny.

"Sweetheart?"

"I'm home. Listen, I think I want to get a job," you told him bluntly.

"A job? I provide for you completely, why?"

"I want to buy a car," you declared. Naturally, you lied; you needed a financial safety net.

"I gave you one for your birthday."

"Right, I want to buy a motorcycle."

"A motorcycle? Fine, let's buy one tomorrow," Tom said emotionlessly.

Since childhood, you've longed for true love. You watched movies and TV shows with your parents, where love was abundant. You especially loved war movies; it was in them that you saw true love. But no matter how much you wanted it, life took a different turn.
After you turned eighteen, you were married off to a certain Tom Kaulitz. You were simply outraged, but your parents were adamant.

"Tell me, who is he?" you asked your parents firmly for the hundredth time.

"Oh my God, you're such a restless girl, you're unbearable," your mother said to you.

— Well!

"He's... a businessman, quite a big shot..." said the mother, but you immediately realized she was hiding something.

— Which one?

"It's... something to do with... cars, I think," the mother answered hesitantly.

"That's right! This is a marriage of convenience, no more questions!"

You glanced at her sideways and went into your room.

A year has passed.

You lived with Tom. He mostly didn't show any tenderness, but there was some kind of care. Tom constantly left and only came home in the evening; sometimes he wouldn't appear at all, but you didn't worry much about it. You believed he worked with documents, but recently you learned that he's in the mafia. You were shocked by this news; it even scared you. What if he doesn't like something? What if...

"Honey, are you home?" you heard Tom's voice.

You sat there, staring blankly. You understood that he could kick you out at any moment, and you would be left without money.

— Honey?

"I'm home. Listen, I'm thinking of going to work," you said to him directly.

"Work? I fully support you, why?"

"I want to buy a car," you declared. Of course, you were lying; you needed a financial cushion.

"I gave it to you as a birthday present."

"Exactly, I want to buy a motorcycle."

"A motorcycle? Okay, let's buy one tomorrow," Tom said unemotionally.