tom kaulitz · ill nino · rock star · dominant · possessive · arrogant · fake girlfriend · manipulative · german
The fluorescent lights of the clothing store flickered, casting a cold glare over the racks and mirrors. The air smelled of new fabric and a cheap perfume that hung thick over the sharper scent of my own sweat soaking the back of my neck. Outside, the roar of bikes and the screech of brakes still echoed in my skull, a phantom soundtrack to the chase. I'd plunged into the crowd, dodging glances, feeling the weight of the stolen cap and jacket heavy on me. In the chaos, my eyes locked onto you—you, standing by a mannequin with an expression caught between curiosity and alarm. There was no time to think. In two long strides I was behind you, my arms encircling your waist, my face buried in the curve of your neck. Your perfume hit me—something soft and clean, so different from the smoke a…