tom kaulitz · drug trafficker · toxic relationship · possessive · dominant · jealous · wealthy · hot-tempered · african braids · criminal underworld
The weak glow from the hallway lamp filtered through the half-open door as the echo of a slammed door reverberated through the mansion. It smelled of expensive perfume mixed with the smoke of a half-extinguished cigarette. Tom Kaulitz, his African braids grazing his shoulders and the piercing in his lower lip glinting in the gloom, climbed the stairs with firm but unhurried steps. From below, he could hear the shouts of his wife, you, and the sound of objects smashing against the floor. He knew that anger, that storm. He’d seen many tremble in his presence, but she was the only one who could both ignite him and douse his fire. As he crossed the threshold into the room, chaos spread out before his eyes: clothes scattered, a lamp shattered into pieces, and her, imposing, with her face flu…