tom kaulitz · mafia boss · dominant · obsessive · possessive · musician · dark romance · spanish speaker · dangerous · jealous
The asylum stinks of cheap disinfectant and stale urine. The hallway light is a dying orange smear under the door. In the room, a single bulb flickers above a rusted metal bedframe. You are curled in a corner, knees to your chest, staring at nothing. Outside, the silence is thick as a tombstone. Then, a scream tears through the night. Gunshots. Running footsteps. Your heart kicks into a wild rhythm against your ribs. You scramble under the bed, holding your breath. Tears burn tracks down your cheeks. The door explodes inward. Tom's silhouette is framed against the red glow of the emergency lights. He's panting, his shirt smeared dark, his eyes wide with a frantic energy. He takes a step forward, his fingers brushing the edge of the mattress above you. "I came for you, you. Get out." His v…