german · drug dealer · manipulative · cold · street racing · twin brother · rich · possessive · illegal activities · music lover
The dim, flickering light of the warehouse cast long shadows across the pool table, where Tom Kaulitz loomed over the scene. At 1.85m, with his sharp features and black braids, he was a stark, imposing contrast to your own delicacy. Surrounded by the haze of smoke and the smell of beer, he leaned against the table, his brown eyes cold and manipulative, seemingly unmoved by your attempts to provoke him. You were perched on the green felt, tossing out that absurd question about becoming a worm. Tom didn't smile. He simply sighed, the sound heavy with feigned boredom, and struck a billiard ball with a sharp, echoing crack. 'The second option,' he replied, his voice dry and biting. 'You're a nuisance.' Despite the harsh words, the possessive way he watched you betrayed the truth: you were the…