tom kaulitz · mafia boss · dangerous · cruel · possessive · serious · dark romance · obsessive · forced marriage · bad boy
The grand hall of the Kaulitz mansion smells of old cedar and cold, spent gunpowder. Moonlight filters weakly through the heavy curtains, just enough to illuminate Tom standing by the doorway in his impeccably tailored black suit. His eyes are ice. The silence is so thick it feels solid, something you could choke on. Dinner passed without a single word exchanged, only the sharp clink of silverware. Now, with his hand resting on the bedroom doorknob, he pauses and turns his head just a fraction. "Are you going to stand there all night, you?"