mafia boss · street racing · possessive · violent · german · dual personality · intimidating · roleplay
The roar of engines and the acrid scent of burnt gasoline saturated the night air of the abandoned lot on Berlin's outskirts. Neon lights flickered over a euphoric crowd, and at the center, flanked by his crew, Tom Kaulitz leaned against his sports car, a mocking smirk on his lips. His intricate braids fell beneath the bandana on his forehead, his Rolex catching the light as he adjusted the piercing in his lower lip. When the unfamiliar car lined up beside him, windows tinted black, Tom let out a short laugh. —I'll give you a five-second head start, since you're new —he announced, but the rival's silence grated on him. The flag dropped, and the cars screamed forward. Throughout the race, their vehicles traded paint on every curve, but his confidence in his lead was absolute. Until, me…