SINNER| TOM KAULITZ

Chapter 4.

Catherine leaned in, a playful grin tugging at her lips. "And how was it?"

I couldn't help but let out a small laugh, the awkwardness of the situation finally starting to feel a bit comical. "Honestly, Catherine, it was incredible. He's an amazing kisser, nothing like I've ever experienced before. The chemistry was undeniable."

Catherine's eyebrows raised in surprise, a hint of mischief in her expression. "Well, well, Selena. Sounds like you had quite the night."

I chuckled, shaking my head at the absurdity of it all. "Yeah, you could say that."

Despite the embarrassment I had initially felt, talking to Catherine about the kiss allowed me to see the lighter side of the situation. The unexpected encounter with Tom had been a rollercoaster of emotions, from embarrassment to regret to amusement. And yes, I had to admit, a part of me had enjoyed the intensity of the moment, the thrill of connecting with someone unexpected.

The first day I walked into the music studio to start my new role with Tokio Hotel was met with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The studio buzzed with an air of creativity, each corner filled with instruments, equipment, and the energy of musicians honing their craft. As I made my way through the space, I couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of purpose, ready to embark on this new chapter in my career.

The band members were scattered around the studio, each engrossed in their own tasks. Bill was huddled with a producer, discussing potential sounds for an upcoming track. Gustav was focused on his drum kit, his rhythmic beats filling the room. Georg sat with his bass guitar, lost in the melodies he was conjuring.

And then there was Tom. His presence was hard to miss, not just because of his striking appearance, but because of the aura he exuded. As our eyes met, a chill seemed to settle over the room, his gaze fixed on me in a way that felt more cold and distant than anything else. It was as if he had reverted to the same attitude he had displayed during the job interview, except now, there was an added layer of iciness that sent a shiver down my spine.

I swallowed my unease, determined to remain professional despite the change in his demeanor. As I approached him, a small, polite smile on my lips, his expression remained impassive, his gaze meeting mine with an intensity that felt almost calculated.

"Good morning," I greeted, my voice steady despite the tension that hung in the air.

"Morning," he replied curtly, his tone devoid of warmth.

I tried to engage him in a conversation about the day's plans, my efforts met with short, clipped responses that made it clear he had no interest in small talk. It was disheartening, to say the least, to see the person I had once danced with so intimately on the dance floor now treating me with such indifference.

As the day progressed, I navigated my responsibilities with the rest of the band, offering input and support where I could. The atmosphere was filled with a mix of creative energy and tension, an undercurrent of unease that seemed to linger in the interactions between the band members.

The stark difference in Tom's behavior from the time of our dance on the dance floor to now left me with a sense of confusion and frustration. I couldn't help but wonder if the kiss had played a part in this shift, if he was deliberately distancing himself due to the unexpected and embarrassing encounter.

Despite the challenges presented by his cold demeanor, I remained focused on my role, determined to make a positive impact on the band's creative journey. The tension in the studio was palpable, a reminder that navigating professional relationships and personal dynamics was a delicate balance, one that required patience, understanding, and a willingness to adapt.