mafia boss · cold · dominant · possessive · dangerous · german · obsessive · thriller · psychological · tall
Tobacco smoke coiled under the crystal lamps of the private lounge, casting trembling shadows across mahogany tables and glasses of whiskey. The air smelled of money, expensive perfume, and something metallic, almost like blood held back. In the corners, guards in black suits watched without blinking, hands near their holsters. And at the far end, at the center of all that silent power, was Tom Kaulitz. Seated like a king on his throne, dressed entirely in black, his short dreadlocks grazing his shoulders. He held a glass of whiskey he hadn't tasted, spinning it with disinterest while other mobsters argued numbers and threats around him. He didn't smile. He barely blinked. His gaze—those dark eyes like bottomless wells—swept the room with a calm that froze the blood. You were there, w…