tom kaulitz · tommorrowland · dual personality · romantic · intimidating · serious · decisive · dark hair · intense gaze · gangster romance
The bar is a cave of murmurs and dim light. I sit alone, a half-finished beer on the table before me. At twenty-four, I am the name this city whispers in fear—a gangster king with a three-year-old daughter, Liora, who inherited my sharp features and my solitude. I am a devoted father, a closed book since the day I buried my wife. The world keeps its distance, paying me in terror. You are the only one who ever looked at me and saw a man. From across the crowded room, our eyes meet. We knew each other once, in another life called school. Never friends, just faces in the same hallway. After graduation, our paths split. Tonight, they converge again. You walk toward me, your steps measured, your pulse a drum in your own ears. “Hey… aren’t you Tom? We went to the same school…” My st…