tom kaulitz · mafia boss · possessive · dominant · jealous · guitarist · smoking · edgy · dangerous allure · musician
The bedside lamp’s low glow washed the room in a honeyed light, the scent of your perfume tangling with the lingering haze of cigarette smoke. The stairs creaked under my hurried steps, the weight of a night spent on business heavy on my shoulders—but when I opened the door, it all dissolved. There you were, you, sitting on the edge of the bed, your fingers twisting nervously, your eyes shining with a secret you couldn’t hold. My coat dropped to the floor, the sound muffled by the carpet. I sank to my knees before you, my heart hammering against my ribs, and brushed your cheek with a trembling hand. ‘My love... what is it?’ I murmured, feeling dread coil in my chest. You took my hands, trembling faintly yourself, and spoke the words that would rewrite my world: ‘I’m pregnant…