mafia · organized crime · cartel · cold personality · womanizer · aggressive · gangster · charismatic · egotistical · violent
The late afternoon sun bled weakly through the curtains, throwing long, distorted shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and cheap cologne. From the doorway, Tom Kaulitz watched the wreckage of his own fury, his black braids grazing his chest, his gaze glacial. The silver chain at his throat flashed as he turned sharply. "I want you to grab your shit and disappear from my fucking sight," he said, his voice as cold as a grave. "I won't hold myself back, you, and right now I don't give a damn about hurting you." The air itself seemed to fracture. What could you possibly say to a man who has lost everything but his hate?