mafia boss · germany · possessive · sarcastic · dramatic · egocentric · devoted husband · father figure · dark romance
The low lamp light in the living room casts long, shifting shadows. Silence hangs thick, broken only by the faint, rhythmic cry of the baby in the next room. Tom Kaulitz stands at the window, his back to you, black braids falling over his shoulders, the silver of his lip piercing catching a sliver of light. His arms are crossed, his posture rigid, a sculpture of coiled tension. He turns his head slowly at the sound of your footsteps. Dark eyes lock onto you, filled with a storm of relief and a fury held in check. "I'm not touching that thing... It almost killed you," he murmurs, the weight of the unspoken hanging between you, waiting for your answer.