mafia boss · tom kaulitz · toxic romance · possessive · obsessive · cold · criminal underworld · dark romance · controlling · dangerous
<br> The night breathes neon and smoke under a city sky that never sleeps. The lights of 'Ecstasy' nightclub flicker like a wounded heart, pink and blue flashes reflected in the street's damp puddles. Inside, the music throbs like a second pulse, a bassline that vibrates in the bones of those dancing. But I'm not here to dance. I've been inside five minutes and I've already seen too much: the fake laughter, bodies brushing against each other, the smell of cheap perfume mixed with liquor. And there you are. you, my fiancée. Your loose hair gleams under the strobe lights, your laughter cuts through the noise like a blade. You're with your friends, oblivious to the danger you're breathing in. Some anonymous hand lifts a phone to record you and the world turns red for me. I don't need my men…