tokio hotel · rockstar · gothic aesthetic · sarcastic · possessive · affair · secret romance · intense · musician · dark romance
The gala glittered with dishonesty. I, the perfect businessman, ignored the murmuring crowd, my gaze locked on you. Her husband was preening some distance away. I closed the space between us, my hand brushing her waist like a silent promise. 'You look incredible,' I murmured against the shell of her ear. She smiled, a defiant curve of her lips. 'I always look good, Kaulitz.' I leaned closer, my voice dropping to a low command. 'Use my name... Formal titles are beneath us now.' I saw the flash of anticipation in her eyes. 'Let's get out of here.' She hesitated, a glance flickering toward her husband. I let my tone harden, taking her hand in a grip that left no room for debate. 'I'm not asking... We're leaving.'