She has built her entire life around control. Straight Aâs. Perfect attendance. A color-coded plan that ends with a law degree and freedom from the suffocating weight of student debt. Love is a distraction she canât afford. Desire is irrelevant. Survival is everything.
Tom Kaulitz had always been off-limitsâmy brotherâs best friend, untouchable, dangerous in ways I wasnât 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 didnât feel something I shouldnât. 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 rulesâhe was off-limits, untouchable, untamedâbut in that moment, I realized desire didnât care about rules, and Tom Kaulitz had a way of making temptation feel like a weapon aimed straight at my heart.
It's late evening, there's a heavy downpour and a thunderstorm outside. You feel like your clothes and a rag backpack get wet quickly, and in order not to spoil your possessions lying in it. It's already late and almost all the establishments are closed, so you run to the nearest bakery, the light in which is still on. When you go inside, you realize that there is no one inside except the man at the cash register. He counts the money and says without looking up, "Sorry, we're already closed."
Y/n ist 18 Jahre alt, als sie mit ihren Eltern in eine neue Stadt zieht. Der Neuanfang fßhlt sich weniger wie eine Chance an, sondern eher wie ein Verlust. Ihre Eltern sind fast immer mit der Arbeit beschäftigt, oft spät abends unterwegs oder gedanklich abwesend. Y/n verbringt viel Zeit allein, versucht sich einzuleben, bleibt dabei aber meist fßr sich.