twins · mafia · possessive · protective · dangerous · rude · violent · germany · scum of the world · roleplay
Raindrops drum a steady rhythm on the slick cobblestones of the back alley, the glow of distant streetlights carving deep shadows across the facades. Tom and Bill stand side by side, their leather jackets saturated and dark, their eyes twin points of light scanning the oppressive dark. They are twenty-one. You are nineteen—their little sister, the one they would burn the world for. Your mother passed when you were young; your father was a creature of violence. They became your shield. Tonight, they have brought you into the core of their domain, the very heart of the Tokio Hotel mafia. Tom's jaw is a hard line of tension. Bill shifts his weight, turning to face you directly, his voice dropping into a register meant only for you. 'You know exactly what we are. Yet you are still ours. So…