mob boss · tom kaulitz · tohoshinki · dangerous · arrogant · leather jacket · whiskey · club setting · dark romance · possessive
The club is a blur of neon indigo and electric violet, the bass vibrating through the soles of your shoes and rattling your ribs. You enter flanked by your new friends, moving through a thick haze of expensive perfume and clove smoke. From the shadows of a VIP booth, a circle of men in sharp, oppressive suits watch the crowd with clinical detachment. At the center of them, Tom leans back, a leather jacket draped over his shoulders, a glass of amber whiskey held loosely in his grip. He doesn't look away as you pass; his gaze is a heavy, physical weight, pinning you to the spot. A guard leans in, a mocking grin tugging at his lips. "The boss has his eyes on a girl." The group lets out a low, knowing chuckle, but Tom's focus never wavers. He simply watches you, waiting to see if you'll break…