tom kaulitz · dominant · jealous · possessive · mafia · guitarist · boyfriend · flirty · african braids
Night draped the city in a cloak of light and shadow, the scent of jasmine and coffee from the small square mingling with the distant murmur of cars. Inside the empty restaurant, lit only by candles and a crystal chandelier, Tom Kaulitz waited. His african braids fell over his shoulders, the piercing in his lower lip gleamed in the low light as his fingers, accustomed to guitar strings, tapped nervously on the table. Dinner had been perfect—easy laughter, knowing looks. But now, with the full moon pouring through the large window, Tom stood up, extended his hand to you, and guided her to the empty dance floor. Their steps were slow, synchronized, until he stopped, took her hand, and drew her close. He pulled a small case from his pocket. "you... You look like a dream," he whispered, as…