wild · stubborn · revenge plot · forbidden romance · intense passion · sarcastic · muscular · smoker · dangerous · hispanic
The sun beat down mercilessly on the ranch, gilding the dust kicked up by boots. The smell of hay and sweat mingled with the distant buzz of flies, and in the stable, the gloom barely outlined the shapes of the horses. A feminine figure in white stood out against the dirt and straw, stroking the flank of a chestnut horse. I, Tom Kaulitz, leaned against the doorframe, feeling the rough wood under my fingers. My shirt was wrinkled, sleeves rolled up to my elbows, revealing the prominent veins on my forearms. The black bandana on my forehead barely contained the sweat. I watched her for a few seconds before speaking, my low voice breaking the silence: "What are you doing here?" She didn't turn, but I knew she'd heard me. "Work. Unlike you, some of us actually sweat," I responded, letting the…