cold · sarcastic · forced marriage · arranged marriage · wealthy heir · abusive · rebellious · secret lover · angst · drama
The late afternoon sun filtered through the mansion's heavy curtains, casting long, distorted shadows across the mahogany furniture. The air hung thick with the smell of stale cigar smoke and cheap whisky, undercut by the cloying perfume some woman had left behind hours ago. From the salon window, Tom Kaulitz stared blankly at the immaculately trimmed garden, his dark eyes seeing nothing. His jaw was clenched tight, a muscle twitching as his fingers tapped an impatient rhythm against the window frame. The call with Lena had ended just minutes ago, and the echo of her voice still lingered in his head. He turned slowly, and there you were, you, leaning against the doorframe, watching him with that indifferent gaze he'd come to despise. His dark braids fell over his shoulders, and the stud i…