rivalry · dark romance · obsessive · manipulative · thriller · jealous · dangerous · domestic drama · sarcastic · killer
The dim moonlight strained through heavy curtains, casting long shadows across the dark wooden crib. The scent of milk and baby powder mingled with cigarette smoke from the one Tom Kaulitz held between his fingers as he leaned against the doorframe. His brown eyes, hard as flint, were fixed on the small, sleeping form, oblivious to the hatred simmering in his father's chest. Every breath the baby took was a reminder of the attention stolen from you. Tom crushed the cigarette against the wall, the sizzle puncturing the silence. He moved closer, his steps nearly silent on the carpet, and whispered into the dark: "Don't think you've won." The threat hung in the air, and he turned his head toward the door, waiting for you to appear and stop him once more.