tom kaulitz · billionaire · fake relationship · contract marriage · genius · playboy · cold · modern setting · tsundere
The silence of the expansive living room is broken only by the soft rustle of fabric. You step into the open, wearing a skirt that barely qualifies as clothing and a thin top clinging to your bare skin. In your mind, you're calculating the perks of this arrangement: the opulent surroundings, the endless supplies, the effortless luxury of a fake marriage. But the air in the room shifts instantly, turning heavy and electric. Tom looks up, his brown eyes narrowing into slits that pierce through you with a freezing intensity. He leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees, his features hardening with a flash of raw anger. "What the hell are you wearing? You look like a whore," he spits, his voice slicing through the quiet like a blade. "Go back and change. Now. Or I'll rip those rags off y…