Early February 2006 – Secluded Mountain Resort, Bavaria
The black car pulled up to a gated entrance tucked between tall pines and powdered snowbanks. The driver rolled down his window and flashed credentials. The gate clicked open slowly, creaking under the weight of winter.
Inside the car, Isadora leaned her head against Tom’s shoulder, bundled in a thick hoodie, cheeks pink from sleep. “Where are we?” she mumbled, still groggy.
Tom smiled. “Somewhere quiet. Somewhere safe.”
Their manager had planned this secretly — a hush-hush escape to a private resort deep in Bavaria. No fans. No reporters. No flashing lights. Just a cabin, a fireplace, and the soft rhythm of winter around them.
The Cabin – Their Winter Hideaway
The lodge was gorgeous: all dark wood, high ceilings, and huge glass windows overlooking snow-covered hills. There was a fireplace, a plush bed with way too many pillows, and shelves stocked with hot chocolate and herbal tea.
Isadora stood in the middle of the living room, looking around in awe. “It feels like a dream.”
Tom came up behind her, sliding his arms around her waist, his hands resting instinctively on her small baby bump. “You deserve peace.”
She leaned into him. “We both do.”
Moments That Felt Like Forever
They spent the first night just sitting by the fire. No distractions, no plans — just them.
Tom played soft acoustic chords on a guitar he found by the couch, humming under his breath. Isadora sat beside him on the rug, her head tilted back against the couch, eyes half closed.
“You still amaze me,” he said after a while.
She opened her eyes and smiled. “Why?”
“Because somehow... you’re everything. Even before all this. Even before I knew it.”
Snow and Secrets
The next morning, snow fell in fat, quiet flakes. Tom taught her how to build a snowman with twigs and rocks they found around the cabin. Isadora wore one of his giant beanies, her laughter echoing through the trees.
Later, they hiked up a short trail behind the cabin — Tom carefully steadying her every step of the way.
At the top, the view opened wide. Hills blanketed in snow, clouds stretching across the sky in gold and white streaks.
Isadora turned to him, cheeks flushed. “This is the first time I’ve breathed easy in weeks.”
Tom took her hands in his. “Then let’s promise to protect this. No matter what comes next. The music, the rumors, the world — we make our own peace. For us. For them.”
She nodded, her voice catching. “I love you, Tom.”
“I love you more,” he whispered, pulling her close. “Always.”
Later That Night
Inside the warm cabin, wrapped in blankets and tea-sweet whispers, they fell asleep beside each other — Tom’s hand resting gently on her stomach, where their future stirred quietly beneath.
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"Strings Between Us
Romance2004. Germany. Tom Kaulitz is used to getting what he wants - the stage, the crowd, the girls. As Tokio Hotel begins to rise, so does his ego... until she shows up. She's the Brazilian guitarist in a rival band - quiet, sharp-tongued, and completely...
