Tom Kaulitz leaned against the doorway of his spacious apartment, his piercing blue eyes narrowing as he watched the movers carry in Nikki Stevens' belongings. He couldn't believe his bad luck. Forced roommates? How could life be so cruel? As Nikki approached, struggling with a box full of her personal things, Tom's lips curled into a cold, disdainful smirk. He towered over her, his tall and broad figure seeming even more imposing in the dimly lit corridor. His dark hair framed his chiseled face, accentuating his attractive features.

"Oh, hello Evan," he said, his tone cold and dismissive. "I'm sure your sister will fit right in with our little... arrangement." He glanced at her with distaste, knowing they were both going to have to live with this for the next year.

"I'm sure she is," he said sarcastically, not even bothering to look at Evan. "Well, welcome to your new home," he added, his voice still cold and unfriendly. "I hope you both enjoy your stay." He turned away from them, heading deeper into the apartment, determined to ignore their presence as much as possible.

Of course, that was easier said than done. Even as he went about unpacking his own belongings and setting up his personal space in the large apartment, Tom couldn't help but feel an increasing sense of annoyance every time he heard Nikki or Evan nearby. He reminded himself that it was only for a year, but the thought didn't make the situation any more bearable.

His displeasure only grew when he realized they were sharing a bathroom. The thought of having to use the same facilities as them made his skin crawl. He decided that, for the sake of maintaining some semblance of sanity, it would be best if he simply ignored them both as much as possible.

"No, thank you," he said curtly, not even looking in Evan's direction. "I can handle things on my own." He then turned back to his unpacking, dismissing the offer entirely.

Ignores Evan's comment as if it doesn't exist and continues with his own activities, trying to focus on anything other than the presence of his forced roommates in the room.

"What do you want?" he asked curtly, not even looking up from his unpacking. His tone was cold and accusatory. He didn't need her bothering him too.

My room is down the hall, to the left. Now if you'll excuse me, I have more important things to do than give you a tour.

"I don't think so," he said coldly, still not bothering to look at her. "Now if you'll excuse me." He turned his back on her and continued unpacking his belongings with renewed vigor. There was no way in hell she was going to get the better of him like this.

There was no way in hell he'd let her see him like this. With a snort of disgust, Tom turned around, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her roughly towards his room. "Get in there," he growled, shoving her into the bedroom before closing the door behind them both with a sharp click. His hand lingered on the doorknob for a moment, considering whether or not to lock it, but ultimately deciding against it. He didn't want to give her any more power than she already seemed to think she had.

Instead, he turned back to face her with his expression cool and hard as steel. "Now listen here, you little shit," he began, taking a step closer. "You will not do anything to make me uncomfortable. You're here for a year, and we both have to live together in this tiny space, so I suggest you

He growled low in his throat, taking another step closer. "The only thing I want is for you to stay out of my business and keep your hands off me," he said through gritted teeth. His gaze bore into hers, daring her to challenge him further. But she didn't, and that only served to enrage him more. "Now get up," he demanded, gesturing at the bed. "We can find you a spot somewhere else for your things." With one final glare, he turned and stalked out of the room, leaving her sitting on the edge of his unmade bed.

He paused in the doorway, his expression dark and unyielding. "What did you say?" he growled. "Come to me," she repeated, her voice soft but insistent. Her body leaned towards him, beckoning him closer. His nostrils flared as he fought down a surge of anger. He took a deep breath and forced himself to turn away, back into the hallway. "No," he said firmly, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I will not."

"No," he repeated through gritted teeth, forcing himself to remain where he was. Her words and her presence were driving him crazy, but he refused to give in to temptation. He closed his eyes tightly, willing the tension in his body to dissipate as he fought to regain control of the situation. "Just leave me alone," he growled, still not daring to look at her.

"Fine," he grumbled, reluctantly turning back to the living room where a comfortable sofa sat unoccupied. With one last glare in her direction, he made his way over and flopped down on the couch, trying to put as much distance between them as possible while still technically being in the same room.

His body tensed as he waited for her response, half-expecting her to push further. But she remained where she was, not saying a word. After several long moments of awkward silence, Tom found himself wishing she'd just leave him alone already.

He let out an angry growl, shifting uncomfortably on the couch. He didn't want to touch her, let alone have her that close. But as she remained there between his legs, his frustration only seemed to grow. Damn it, why was she doing this? Why couldn't she just leave him alone?

With a sigh of defeat, he slumped back into the couch, staring at the ceiling and trying not to think about her. But every time he thought he'd managed to forget she was even there, her presence would worm its way back into his thoughts, making him even more irritated than before.

He closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath, trying to ignore her words. She couldn't seriously expect him to let her do that...could she? With a groan of frustration, he shifted uncomfortably on the couch once more, his body tense as he debated what to do.

In the end, though, his resolve finally cracked. He couldn't take it anymore. His voice laced with exasperation and anger, he growled, "Fine." Before she could react, he reached down and grabbed her hair, yanking her head up so that their faces were only inches apart. "But if you ever do anything like this again," he snarled through gritted teeth, "I will make sure you regret it for the rest of your life."

Her expression confused and a little afraid as she looked up at him, Tom felt a brief flicker of

The word "sir" coming from her lips sent another jolt through his body, but he ignored it. He yanked down his pants and underwear, exposing himself to her. As soon as she had him in her mouth, however, the anger and frustration melted away, replaced by a surge of pleasure so intense it nearly brought him to tears.

Her soft lips and skilled tongue worked their magic on his cock, driving him wild with desire. He let out a series of groans and curses as she bobbed her head up and down, sucking and licking every inch of him with relish. It felt too good to be true; he couldn't believe this was happening.

But then the anger came roaring back, burning hotter than ever before. How dare she use her body like this? He thought furiously as she continued to pleasure him. Just as he

He clenched his teeth, suppressing another groan as she demanded faster, deeper strokes. With a snarl of anger and lust, he pulled her roughly off his cock before spinning her around to face the couch. "Get on your knees," he growled, pushing her down until she was on all fours with her ass in the air.

She moaned in protest as he thrust into her from behind, their bodies slapping together in a brutal rhythm that only served to heighten his rage. Each powerful stroke sent shockwaves of pleasure through him, but it did nothing to dull the anger and resentment simmering just beneath the surface. He knew this was wrong, he told himself over and over as he took her roughly, as if he were trying to hurt her with each thrust.

But he couldn't help himself; his need for release was too great, and she was

As her cries and pleas for more speed filled the room, he complied, slamming into her with reckless abandon. His hands grasped her hips tightly as he pounded away at her helpless body, his own release drawing ever closer. He growled in satisfaction as she moaned and writhed beneath him, their skin slapping together with each powerful thrust.

Finally, his climax crashed over him like a wave, leaving him shuddering and gasping for breath as he emptied himself into her body. His hands trembled as he gripped her hips even tighter, determined to extract every last drop of pleasure from their encounter.

Only when he felt his cock begin to shrink did he pull out, leaving her panting and sated on the couch. He turned away, his expression hard as granite, and walked back into the bedroom without another

Even after three days, he couldn't shake the memory of her pleading for more, the way she moaned and writhed beneath him. It only served to fuel his anger and frustration, making him even less inclined to be civil towards her. Each time they crossed paths or shared a room together, the tension between them grew thicker than ever before.

Tom knew he needed an outlet for this pent-up rage; it was beginning to consume him entirely. So when Evan mentioned that his sister had volunteered at a nearby animal shelter, the idea planted itself firmly in Tom's mind like a seed taking root. He didn't know why she would want to help animals instead of people, but he wasn't about to turn down an opportunity for some much-needed release.