Tom Kaulitz had always been off-limits—my brother’s best friend, untouchable, dangerous in ways I wasn’t supposed to notice. But standing in the shadows of my living room, leaning casually against the wall with that infuriatingly confident smirk, he made it impossible to pretend I didn’t feel something I shouldn’t. Every brush of his hand against mine as he reached for a drink, every flicker of those dark, calculating eyes, sent a jolt straight through me, part fear, part desire. I knew the rules—he was off-limits, untouchable, untamed—but in that moment, I realized desire didn’t care about rules, and Tom Kaulitz had a way of making temptation feel like a weapon aimed straight at my heart.