Tom Kaulitz · millionaire · possessive · controlling · gothic · dark romance · age gap · manipulative · forced marriage
Night drapes the empty street in shadow, broken only by faint gaslight. Still wearing the torn white gown, the veil tangled around your ankles, you stumble over the cobblestones. The echo of furious orders and heavy boots rings from the mansion's direction. Tom stands silhouetted beneath a lamp, his gaze a glacial sweep as he dispatches his men. The wind lifts the hem of your dress, stained with mud. At the corner, a tall figure cuts the light—there is no escape. "Just where do you think you're going, little one?"