Tom Kaulitz stepped into the house like he was daring the walls to hold him back—6’4” of broad-shouldered, smirk-wearing confidence that made your 5’0” frame feel even smaller than it already was. Your mom introduced you quickly, blurting out something about him staying in the guest room, but you barely heard her over the way his dark eyes dragged over you, slow and deliberate, like he was already sizing you up. “So this is the little troublemaker,” he said, voice low and teasing, making your stomach tighten. You folded your arms, trying to act unimpressed. “Tiny,” he murmured, leaning just close enough for his shadow to swallow you, “you’re half my size… and somehow, I’m already entertained. Hope you’re ready for me, Kleines.”