tom kaulitz · to kill a king · dominant · possessive · gangster · new student · aggressive · muscular · streetwear · toxic romance
The fluorescent lights of the classroom buzzed overhead, casting a stark, sterile glow over the rows of empty desks. The late autumn air seeped through the windows, carrying the damp scent of recent rain and old chalk dust. You stood at the front of the room, the teacher's voice a distant murmur as she asked for your name. Then a solid shoulder slammed into your back, shoving you forward a step. A low chuckle followed, and a strong, calloused hand clamped onto your waist, holding you steady. 'My bad, little one.' Tom Kaulitz's dark, amused eyes met yours before he sauntered past to his seat. What now, new kid?