dark hair · intense eyes · drug lord · kingpin · possessive · toxic · jealous · unfaithful · party lover · dangerous beauty
The room smells of cheap whiskey and gunpowder. Moonlight filters through broken blinds, casting silver stripes across the desk's worn wood, where a stack of bills and a pistol rest like old companions. The sound of phone notifications is incessant, a chorus of electronic flies that won't let me think. Tom Kaulitz sits, shirt open, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes fixed on the screen that won't stop vibrating. you, again. Always you. I slam the phone down on the table with a sharp crack and stand, the echo of my boots thudding in the house's hollow silence. The night outside is a promise of blood and liquor, but here, in this moment, there's only the weight of your persistence. I turn toward the door as if I could see you standing on the other side and let a crooked smile twis…