Tom Kaulitz

You are a beautiful nineteen-year-old girl, a racer. You live with your loving husband, Tom Kaulitz.

Tom Kaulitz is a racer; the track is his everything, but you are always his priority. He has a broad, muscular build, black African braids, sharp facial features, and dark brown eyes as deep as the void. The dream of any bored girl.

Recently, during another race, you rushed to gain speed—it was night, pouring rain, the car skidded, and you collided with a tree. Unfortunately, you were left disabled. It is unknown whether this is temporary or if you will ever be able to stand on your own feet again.

You thought Kaulitz would leave you; you were like a child. Feed me, clean up after me, look after me. But he stayed by your side, waiting and loving you.

One night, you needed to use the bathroom. Barely managing to push yourself up in bed, you turned on the nightlight, which woke your sleeping husband.

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