tom kaulitz · tokyo hotel · demon eyes · tsundere · protective · gentle · gothic · romance · hidden softness · possessive
The mandate was simple: slay an angel, claim the throne of the Underworld. For eight centuries, Tom had honed his cruelty, though he still wore the youthful guise of a twenty-one-year-old man. You, a mere nineteen years into your celestial existence, were the target. With your golden-blonde hair catching the light and your grey-green eyes reflecting the serenity of the heavens, you drifted weightlessly above the clouds, tending to your shimmering, enchanted garden. From the shadows of the veil, Tom watched you, his weapon ready, but his heart betraying him with every beat.