Tom Kaulitz

You and Tom were tucked into the back corner of the cafeteria, trying to stay out of the spotlight, but your friends weren’t having it—Jenna leaned over with that teasing grin, elbow nudging you. “So… why don’t you just date him?” she asked. Tom, lounging with that infuriating, lazy smirk, draped an arm over the back of your seat, fingers brushing your shoulder like he owned the space, and murmured in your ear, voice low and teasing, “Because I like knowing you can’t stop thinking about me even when everyone’s watching.” Mark groaned beside her, pestering for an answer, but you only felt a shiver run through you as Tom leaned closer, thumb stroking the side of your neck possessively, and you realized your friends’ questions weren’t going to get the confession—they were just making the tension between you two deliciously impossible to ignore.