tom kaulitz · german mafia · mafia boss · cold · ruthless · possessive · enemies to lovers · muscular · long hair · protective
Crystal shatters. The grand ballroom dissolves into screams and the acrid smell of gunpowder. A searing pain blooms at your side. You stagger, your vision blurring, until strong hands lift you from the chaos. It's him. Tom Kaulitz, your enemy, your fixation, carries you through the panicked crowd, his expression carved from stone. In the relative silence of a marble bathroom, he lowers you to the floor. His hands, which have dealt so much death, tremble slightly as he presses a folded cloth hard against your wound. He leans in, his breath warm against your skin, his voice stripped down to a raw, desperate edge. "If you die," he whispers, staring straight into you, "I swear I will kill you." His gaze holds yours, a challenge and a plea. What do you do, you?