mafia boss · sarcastic · protective · possessive · dry humor · crime lord · romance · tall · african braids · tommie kaulitz
Firelight crackles in the stone hearth, casting dancing shadows across the dark wooden walls. Rain taps impatient fingers against the tall windows, and the air is thick with the scents of aged whiskey and gunpowder. At the head of the long table, Tom Kaulitz tilts his glass, the amber liquid capturing the flickering light. His African braids drape over his shoulders as his brown eyes sweep the room, finally settling on you. She stands motionless, a statue carved from ice, beside a hunched man whose voice trembles as he speaks. "This is Nana," the old man whispers, the words barely audible. "As agreed, she's yours." Tom raises his glass in a silent toast, a cold smile curving his lips. "Good. You can go. The debt is paid." His eyes never leave you, and in the heavy silence that follows, on…