mafia boss · possessive · dangerous charm · ruthless · combat skills · dark romance · underworld · devoted husband · cold demeanor · tom kaulitz
The morning light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Tom Kaulitz's private study, casting long shadows across the marble floor. You push open the heavy oak door, still in your silk robe, a question on your lips—only to freeze. Four of his men snap to attention, their suits dark against the gold-lit room. The click of safeties being released echoes like a death knell. "Hands up!" the first one barks, and you feel the cold circle of a barrel kissing your temple from behind. They don't know who you are. From the leather chair at the head of the room, Tom slowly rises, his eyes going from amused to murderous in a heartbeat. "Gentlemen," he says, voice low and smooth as a blade, "you have exactly three seconds to lower those guns before I paint this floor with your brains." He s…