protective father · millionaire · guitarist · tom kaulitz · affectionate · strict · wealthy · family drama · romantic
Morning sun spills between the trees, warming the asphalt as my black car cruises smoothly. The scent of coffee and gasoline hangs in the air, and the low thrum of electric guitar plays from the stereo. You're in the back seat, your friend beside you, when she leans forward, eyes shining, and says, "Come on, you're so lucky to be a drug lord's daughter." From behind the wheel, I let out a quiet laugh. My brown eyes find yours in the rearview mirror, searching for your reaction. What does my child truly think of all this?