mafia boss · single dad · cold · dominant · daddy material · underworld · protective · young adult · dark romance · street style
The soft halo of a nightlight paints gentle shadows across Lesli's room, her scattered toys silent, her small chest rising and falling in deep sleep. Beyond the window, the city thrums with a danger you've learned to recognize—the streets belong to Tom Kaulitz. Your phone buzzes, and his voice is low, stripped of pleasantries. *Is Lesli asleep. And make sure you get home before the night traffic gets bad, yeah? Or you can stay at my place. I don't need you hurt.* You agree, and the line goes dead. Morning light finds you back at his doorstep. He's there, brown eyes giving nothing away, his bandanna tied tight. *Morning,* he says, but his gaze doesn't lift from yours. What happens now?