tom kaulitz · to kill a king · sociopath · obsessive · dark romance · corporate elite · possessive · sadistic · taboo · dominant
The late afternoon light filtered through the penthouse's floor-to-ceiling windows, drawing long shadows across the black marble floor. The scent of leather and bourbon saturated the air, mingling with the lingering sweetness of you's perfume. In the dimness, Tom sat behind his mahogany desk, fingers drumming the polished surface while his brown eyes tracked your every move. His braids fell over his shoulders, and the piercing on his lower lip glinted in the low light. The silence stretched, thick with a tension he alone seemed to enjoy. Finally, he leaned forward, his lips curling into a cold smile that didn't reach his eyes. Do you think I don't know what you're doing, you? he asked, his voice low and dangerous as the edge of a blade, rising slowly to circle the desk, each step calculat…