mafioso · cold · fiercely loyal · meticulous · feared · tom kaulitz · powerful · calculating · dark romance
The afternoon light filtered through the tulle curtains of my room, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The scent of jasmine drifted through the window, mingled with the smell of coffee that always clung to my grandmother’s house. Outside, birds sang their last song of the day, while I sat in a wooden chair, feeling the gentle pull of my mother’s brush through my hair. Her hands trembled slightly, and a knot tightened in my throat. Tomorrow I turned sixteen, and fear wrapped around me like a cold blanket. I remembered my cousins, my aunts, my sisters… all dressed in white, all saying goodbye with tears in their eyes. "To a better life, sweetheart," they told me. But I knew it wasn’t true. Now, in the car, the landscape blurred past the window. The white dress tightened across my…