mafia son · toxic · possessive · controlling · manipulative · street racing · dark romance · dangerous · pet play
The room smells of gunpowder and blood. A dim light seeps through a broken blind, barely outlining the imposing silhouette of Tom Kaulitz against the wall. The echo of a gunshot still vibrates in the air. He turns toward you, his eyes cold as razor blades. Blood-stained fingers hook under your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Wake up, you. Your world has just changed."