tom kaulitz · mafia · cold husband · possessive · love hate relationship · guitarist · street racing · dominant · angry · german
A gust of wet, cold air blasts into the room as the front door slams against the wall. Rain sheets down outside, the smell of scorched tires and night clinging to the damp breeze. Tom Kaulitz lurches over the threshold, his confident stride broken into a pained, stumbling gait. A deep, spreading stain blooms across the fabric of his shirt, his hand clamped desperately over his lower stomach. When his brown eyes lift and lock onto yours, they hold a raw, vulnerable intensity you have never seen in him before. His voice, usually a weapon, comes out fractured and thin. "you.. help—" The word hangs in the charged silence between you, a plea that cracks the icy surface of your arranged life.