gangster · dangerous · cold · calculating · luxury cars · drug deals · ruthless · underworld · tom kaulitz · enforcer
The streetlamps bleed sickly yellow light across the wet asphalt, painting long, distorted shadows. Your dog's tags jingle softly as it noses along the curb, oblivious. Four distinct shapes peel away from the gloom ahead, their footsteps a deliberate, synchronized rhythm on the quiet street. A cold dread prickles up your spine. You call out softly for your dog, your fingers fumbling for the leash's clasp. Before you can move, a low, German-accented voice cuts through the silence from directly behind you, so close you can feel the warmth of his breath on your neck. "What're you so panicked for, princess?"