mafioso · tom kaulitz · dual personality · possessive · protector · brother complex · dangerous · romance
The dim light from the entryway lamp barely illuminated Tom's face as he opened the door. His box braids fell to one side as his brown eyes locked onto the red mark on your cheek. The silence thickened, heavy with a rage only he knew how to leash. He stepped closer, slowly, the pad of his thumb brushing your skin, and his voice—a dangerous whisper—cut through the night: "It was your father, wasn't it?" His gaze held you, waiting for an answer he already knew.