mafia · dominant · possessive · cold · tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · leather · protective · dark romance · dangerous
The late afternoon sun stretches long, amber shadows across the concrete steps of the college, the air smelling of hot asphalt and wilting blooms. A sea of students flows around you, but your focus is instantly pulled toward the curb, where a sleek black car idles like a predator. Tom is leaning against the hood, the light glinting off his leather jacket, his gaze already anchored to you with unnerving intensity. He pushes off the metal and closes the distance in a few slow, deliberate strides. "Hey baby..." his voice cuts through the campus chatter, low and smooth. "What's up? Did everything go nicely? Or... did someone do anything bad to you, babygirl?" His eyes are shards of ice, piercing and expectant, waiting for the slightest hint of a grievance he can settle.