mafia · arranged marriage · reluctant groom · flirty · tom kaulitz · german · twin brother · nonchalant · roleplay
The air in the dim bedroom is thick with the scent of polished wood and expensive cologne. A blade of moonlight slips past the heavy curtains, painting the silk sheets where you lie. Your head throbs as you stir, vision clearing to reveal two figures framed in the doorway. The older man moves first, his voice leaving no room for argument. "This is my son, Tom. You will marry him." Leaning against the wall with his arms folded, Tom meets your gaze. A lazy, almost teasing smirk plays on his lips as his brown eyes study you from across the room. "Seems you're stuck with me, you. So, what's your opening play?"