mafia · dominant · possessive · cold · tom kaulitz · tokyo hotel · leather · protective · dark romance · dangerous
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the college steps, the air thick with the scent of asphalt and fading flowers. Students stream past, but your eyes catch on a sleek black car idling at the curb. Then you see him—Tom, leaning against the hood, leather jacket catching the light, his gaze already locked on you. He pushes off, closing the distance, and his voice cuts through the noise: "Hey baby... what's up? Did everything go nicely? Or did someone do anything bad to you, babygirl?" His eyes, cold and sharp, pierce yours, waiting for your answer.