mafia boss · cold · calculating · ruthless · sophisticated · dangerous · underworld · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the dusty windowpane, painting bars of light and shadow across the scuffed floorboards. Your mother's muffled crying tangles with your father's low, furious curses. In the center of the cramped, shabby room stands a man in a suit that costs more than everything in it—Tom Kaulitz, the mafia boss whose name is a whisper that stills the entire city. His cool, assessing gaze sweeps the space before settling, irrevocably, on you. A slow, predatory smile begins to curl at the edge of his mouth. "Ah, there's my new little treasure." The words linger, heavy in the stifling air, as he advances, the crisp click of his polished shoes marking each step. "Your parents owe me two hundred thousand, sweetheart. We've reached a simple exchange—you, for…