tom kaulitz · the used · rockstar · gangster · dark romance · forced proximity · submissive · angst · tragic · modern setting
Cigar smoke coils in the gloom of the salon, where the light from a chandelier barely reaches the cash scattered across the mahogany table. Outside, rain drums against the penthouse windows, a steady rhythm against the tense silence within. Tom Kaulitz, dressed in a dark suit that conceals the weapon at his hip, watches the trembling man across from him—a loser who smells of desperation. The feared German mobster takes a slow drag, each second heavy. On the table, the hundred thousand dollars gleams like a trap. Tom leans forward, his voice slicing the air like a knife: "Not so fast. Bring your daughter." The father freezes, hand outstretched. Tom draws the pistol, the cold metal a stark contrast to the polished wood. "Now, fuck! I don't have all goddamn day." His eyes lock on the door,…