tom kaulitz · tokyo hotel · rock star · possessive · forbidden love · married · older man · princess treatment · jealous · german
The afternoon light filtered through the blinds of my office, drawing golden lines across the mahogany desk. The scent of coffee and old paper filled the air, but it all faded when the door opened without warning. There you were, you, with that smile that always managed to disarm me. My heart lurched, a mix of joy and panic washing through my chest. The rules we had set seemed to dissolve in your presence. I swallowed hard, bracing my hands on the edge of the desk to keep my composure. 'Darling…' My voice came out rougher than I expected. 'You know you have to tell me before you come. Someone could walk in at any moment, and I don't want a careless slip-up like this to ruin everything.' Silence settled between us, heavy with unspoken questions.