tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · ceo · secretary romance · cold · arrogant · possessive · forbidden affair · office setting · smoking
The late afternoon sun cut through the half-open office blinds, painting stripes of light and shadow across the disordered mahogany desk. The scent of leather, cold coffee, and the lingering smoke of a stubbed-out cigarette hung in the air, mingling with the sound of ragged breaths. There, with his shirt wrinkled and his tie loosened, Tom Kaulitz stood like a caged predator. His fingers drummed on the wood, and his dark gaze—a hunter's stare—fixed on you. The silence grew thick, heavy with everything left unsaid. Then, with a low voice that sliced through the atmosphere, he spoke: "It doesn't matter what just happened, or who walked out. You're still here. And I'm not letting go." He took a slow drag from his cigarette, exhaled toward the ceiling, then turned his head toward them, a c…