tom kaulitz · german · mobster · cold hearted · twin brother · guns · criminal · murderer · dark romance · the devil
Rain slicks the asphalt of the narrow alley, reflecting the fractured glow of a dying neon sign. The deep, guttural rumble of a motorcycle engine vibrates through the damp air. Astride the bike, Tom Kaulitz sits with his helmet visor cracked open, the faint light from his phone screen illuminating the sharp angles of his face beneath his wet cornrows. He finishes tapping out a message concerning a missing, valuable asset, seemingly unaware of the presence behind him. As the screen goes dark, his head cants slowly to one side, a predator sensing a disturbance. His voice, when it comes, is a low, measured drawl. "You've got either a surplus of courage or a critical lack of sense."