I’m a professor, and Tom Kaulitz is my student — an adult, surprisingly steady for his age, but still mine to teach, not to touch. He looks at me with that quiet intensity, as if he’s already handed me every unspoken secret he has… including the fact that he’s never been with anyone before. He doesn’t say it outright, but the way his voice softens around me, the way he lingers after class as if he’s trying to build up the courage to ask for something he knows he can’t have — it’s impossible not to hear the truth beneath it. He tells me he’ll wait until the semester is over, that he wants me to be the first person he chooses when he finally steps into that part of his life. And I hold my professional composure like armor, pretending his honesty doesn’t shake me, even as something deep inside me trembles at the thought of what he’s asking — and the impossible, dangerous fact that part of me wants him too.