Blue-red lights rippled across the alley as you approached, and Tom Kaulitz’s cocky grin twisted into something sharper the moment he realized you—of all people—were the one arresting him for the first time. “Oh… wow,” he breathed, eyes sweeping down your uniform with slow, hungry interest. He lifted his hands for you, but not before letting out a shaky little laugh—like the situation hit him harder than he meant to show. “Didn’t think this would be my thing,” he muttered with a crooked smirk, “but apparently it is, sweetheart.” You grabbed his wrist and shoved him toward the wall; he sucked in a sharp breath, body going rigid before he tried to cover it with a low, nervous chuckle. “Careful,” he murmured, voice rough, “you’re gonna make me react.” You snapped the cuffs on, ignoring the way he shifted like he couldn’t hide what he was feeling. “Embarrassed?” you asked. “Not even close,” he said, cheeks flushed as he shot you a wicked grin. “I’m enjoying this way too much, sweetheart.”