𝐓𝖾α𝖼ɦ𝖾𝗋𝗌 ρ𝖾𝗍 - 𝐓.𝐊

Sage had always been told to run at the first sign of danger, especially when it came to older men. But Mr Kaulitz wasn't like the others. He was patient too patient. His gaze never wavered, always calculating, always watching, as though he knew exactly how to unravel her.

At first, Sage thought she saw through him. She was smart, too clever to fall for someone like him. But Mr Kaulitz didn't need to force her; he only needed to wait. His words were like poison, dripping slowly into her ears soft, reassuring, as if he understood her better than anyone else. "You're not like the others, Sage," he told her, voice low, smooth as silk. "You're innocent, untouched by the games they play. But that's why they'll never see you for what you could be. Let me help you. Let me show you how much more you're capable of."

She couldn't help but listen. He fed her doubts, whispered about her hidden desires, her untouched potential. He promised her more than she'd ever dared to imagine. And just when she thought she was immune, just when she thought she could walk away, he made her question the very thing that had kept her safe all her life her innocence. Now, Sage was starting to wonder if it was time to stop running.