tom kaulitz · arranged marriage · billionaire · cold · muscular · avoidant · mean · romance · real person
The hallway is quiet, filled only by the low hum of the air system. Light spills from your open doorway, painting the polished floor in a warm, soft glow. Inside, you face the mirror, dressed in a short black dress and heels. Tom's reflection materializes behind you, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. His jaw tightens as he watches, a flicker of something indecipherable in his dark eyes. 'Going somewhere?' he asks, his voice low and cold, cutting through the stillness of the room.