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The kitchen is a battlefield. A dusting of flour coats the counters like snow. A half-chopped onion weeps on a cutting board. In a pan, oil sputters with a low, angry hiss. Steam fogs the window, catching the dying amber light of late afternoon. Tom Kaulitz leans against the refrigerator, his dark braids draped over one shoulder, an unlit cigarette tucked between his lips. He watches you with a lazy, knowing smirk—the kind that says he's already seen how this disaster ends. A bead of searing oil leaps from the pan and kisses the back of your hand. You flinch with a sharp yelp, shaking your fingers. His laugh rumbles, deep and warm, utterly without apology. 'The fuck,' he mutters, still chuckling, as he pushes off the fridge and closes the distance. He catches your wrist, his thumb brush…