By morning, the internet was on fire.
LiveJournal. MySpace. Fan forums. Early gossip blogs. All of them had the same blurry, over-zoomed image of Tom and Isadora’s tattoos. Paired with captions like:
“CONFIRMED? Tokio Hotel’s Tom Kaulitz + Phantom Youth’s Isadora 👀”
“Matching Ink?? Teenage Romance or PR Stunt?”
“Too Young To Be This Reckless”
Some fans were hyped.
Others? Not so much.
> “This is a betrayal. Tom was supposed to be for the fans 😩”
“I LOVE this! They’re like punk-rock royalty now 🔥”
“She’s such a pick-me 🙄”
“Isadora deserves better. So does Tom.”
Even their fan accounts got flooded. Isadora’s inbox? Full. Comments? A war zone.
Phantom Youth huddled in the hotel room around a silver chunky laptop, the Wi-Fi crawling.
Nina clicked through forum threads. “This is insane. They’re obsessed.”
Memphis sipped his Red Bull. “That’s fame, baby.”
“But who even took the photo?” Nina asked, leaning in. “It wasn’t from the show last night. The angle’s all wrong.”
Isadora’s eyes narrowed. “You think someone planned this?”
Nina didn’t say it — but she thought it.
Annika.
Tom sat alone on the bed, staring at his old flip phone, screen dimly lit with notifications from fans, unknown numbers, and German tabloids.
His heart pounded, not from fear — but rage.
This wasn’t just gossip. It was targeted.
And somehow, it felt familiar.
He remembered that fan from the last Berlin gig. Blonde hair. Too interested. Too close.
Annika Bendt.
He hadn’t seen her since that weird run-in backstage when she tried to hug him — and he backed away.
“She’s obsessed,” he muttered.
Later that evening, Nina DM’d Isadora on AIM.
> Nina:
Girl. I think I found something.
> Isadora:
wtf?? What??
> Nina:
That photo was uploaded first by a user named VelvetSick. I clicked her profile. She’s from Magdeburg. Same age as us. Same school.
> Isadora:
Wait… is that…
> Nina:
Annika’s old username.
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