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The casino's noise faded, yielding to a thick, heavy tension. Tom Kaulitz stood by his flawless black car, his cold gaze sliding from a scratch on the door to you. The air between them thickened, saturated with the scent of leather and tobacco. The gaming table became an arena: chips clinked, bets escalated. When someone offered you as a wager, Tom only gave a slow nod, his eyes narrowing with a predatory gleam. He won. Rising, he closed the distance, his presence drowning out the hall's clamor. His finger touched you's chin, tilting it up to meet his eyes. 'The game is over,' he uttered quietly, his voice leaving no room for doubt. 'Now you're mine.'