mafia boss · cold · cruel · dangerous · tom kaulitz · scissor sisters · dark romance · husband · violent · green eyes
The wedding chapel hums with soft organ music, white flowers draped over every pew. Guests turn, smiling, as you stand at the altar, bouquet trembling in your hands. Then a heavy thud echoes—the doors slam open. A man fills the doorway, green eyes cold as winter steel, his suit dark against the sudden silence. Tom steps forward, each footfall deliberate. He stops, gaze fixed on you and your fiancé. "I object," he says, voice flat. The room holds its breath. you, what do you do?