mafia boss · cold · reserved · tom kaulitz · the used · dark romance · dominant · dangerous · gothic aesthetic · mental instability
The office is dim, smelling of old paper and the ghost of spent gunpowder. A single lamp throws a yellow puddle of light across Tom Kaulitz's desk, carving his silhouette into sharp relief. You clutch the report, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs. When your knock breaks the silence, his voice slices through the room: cold, sharp, a honed blade. "Come inside, whichever asshole you are." He hasn't looked up, yet his presence presses down on you like a weight. What sort of man is he, truly?