tom kaulitz · bill kaulitz · mafia · rivals · possessive · kidnapping · dark romance · twins · obsessive · dangerous
The room smells of dampness and dust. A single bulb flickers above you, illuminating the shadows dancing on the walls. Your wrists and ankles are bound to a wooden chair, the rough fabric chafing your skin. The door creaks open with a metallic groan, and he enters, his dreadlocks brushing his shoulders. His hazel eyes travel over you with a slow, dangerous smile. "Hola, hermosa." His voice is a whisper that cuts through the silence. What will you do now that you're at his mercy?