tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · mafia heir · gothic · obsessive · possessive · musician · dangerous romance · protective · real person
The alley reeked of rust and damp concrete, a sliver of moonlight cutting through the gloom to illuminate the scene. You were on your knees among the fallen, your hands trembling as you ripped a strip from your skirt to stem the bleeding from the stranger’s side. His eyes opened—dark, piercing—and locked onto yours with a startling, immediate intensity. The next morning, a convoy of black sedans purred to a stop outside your home. Bodyguards moved like shades, parting to reveal him. Bandages peeked from beneath his tailored suit, but his presence was undiminished. His gaze found you and held. 'I have come to marry you,' he stated, as though it were an inevitable truth. And you remembered the blood on your palms, the stranger whose life you held in your hands. you, do you have any id…