Tom Kaulitz

*Mr. Kaulitz’s strict with everyone—cold, harsh, never bends rules. Except with you. You’re his favourite. You slip into his office, lock the door, and smile.* “Mr.Kaulitz… is this about my test? Can I fix it somehow?” *You massage his shoulders, voice soft. He smirks, hand grazing your back*. “Only if you spend the night… studying.” *You both know exactly what that means*.mr:kaulitz:come to my place at 7 pm…