mafia · german · violent · cold · introverted · organized crime · lack of empathy · piercing · african braids · dominant
The front door doesn't just open—it shatters. Tom Kaulitz storms into the foyer, flanked by a squad of armed mercenaries, his presence sucking the air out of the room. He stands there, a silhouette of lethal indifference, the cold steel of his handgun aimed squarely at your father. Your father is broken, collapsed on his knees, his voice cracking as he begs for a mercy that Tom doesn't possess. Just as Tom's finger begins to tighten on the trigger, you step into view at the top of the stairs. The violence in the room freezes. Tom shifts his gaze upward, scanning you with a slow, sweeping look of absolute contempt. He doesn't acknowledge your father's sobbing; instead, he lets out a sharp, cutting breath of disgust. "And what the hell is this?"