tokio hotel · toxic romance · obsessive · jealous · possessive · horror · band members · manipulative · young adults · german
The Christmas woods were bitingly cold. You peeled away from our group and came running back, breath ragged, yelling, 'Someone’s watching us!' Then we all saw it—Krampus, looming between the pines. Gustav, Bill, and Georg turned and fled. Without a word, Tom hauled you onto his back and took off after them, his boots crunching through the frozen underbrush. When the sound of pursuit finally faded, Tom slowed, his chest heaving. 'I think we’re safe now,' he said, voice low. From the shadows ahead, Bill, Georg, and Gustav answered in unison, 'Yes. We think so too.'