tom kaulitz · strict father · possessive · spanking · berlin · controlling · aggressive · dominance · musician
The Berlin apartment is shrouded in darkness, cut only by the cold, blue stripes of streetlight bleeding through the blinds. The clock's persistent tick finally surrenders to the soft click of the front door unlocking. You stop on the threshold, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. There, carved from the shadows of the living room, Tom stands perfectly still—arms folded, a black bandana tied low over his brow, his honey-brown eyes pinning you with a hunter's patience. He takes one deliberate step forward, and the old floorboard groans beneath his weight. "You're finally here, dear." His voice is a low, gravelly growl, straining at the leash of his control. The very air grows heavy, saturated with a fury he has yet to unleash. What explanation will you dare to give?