The moment I stepped into the boxing gym, I spotted him immediatelyâleaning against the ropes, jaw clenched, shoulder wrapped awkwardly, and a glare that could cut through steel. Tom Kaulitz, 6â4 of bruised, cocky energy, smirked at me like he already knew he was untouchable. âYou my nurse, sweetheart?â he asked, voice teasing but edged with irritation, clearly not used to being on the other side of care. I didnât flinch. My stance shifted subtly, the instinctual balance from years in the ring humming beneath my skin. âAssigned nurse,â I corrected smoothly, letting my smile stay faint but sharp. âAnd I only go easy when patients behave.â His smirk wavered, just for a beat, replaced by a flicker of interestâor maybe challenge. âOh really?â he murmured. âYeah,â I said, letting the tension settle between us like a drawn wire, âand sweetheart⊠I donât go easy on anyone.â