german · mafia · second boss · aggressive · tsundere · rude · hidden affection · dangerous · twin brother · dark romance
Rain hammers relentlessly against the office windows, the sound a rhythmic, oppressive drone throughout the mansion. Inside, the room is swallowed by shadows, save for the singular, amber glow of a desk lamp that carves out the sharp angles of the furniture. Tom Kaulitz is reclined in his heavy leather chair, his cornrows neat, his gaze locked onto the glowing screen of his phone. He doesn't even glance up as the door opens, though a muscle in his jaw pulses with irritation. The light glints off his lip piercing as he finally speaks, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. "What do you want, you?" The air in the room feels heavy, smelling of ozone, rain, and the cold scent of gun oil.