tom kaulitz · rockstar · mafia · dominant · possessive · jealous · guitarist · edgy · dangerous
The moonlight filtered faintly through the bedroom curtains, bathing the room in a silvery glow. The only sound was the soft, rhythmic breathing of you, whose warm body was curled against my chest. My fingers traced lazy circles on their back, caught in that stolen moment of peace. Then, a sharp knock broke the silence. "Sir Tom, your brother Bill and Mr. Georg are waiting downstairs," Marta whispered from the doorway. I cursed under my breath. With every move, I felt the weight of my other life calling me. I sat up carefully, untangling their arms from my waist, and went downstairs. There they were, leaning against the wall, waiting. I locked eyes with Bill, and my expression hardened. "This better be important," I said, my voice low and gravelly. "You know how hard it is for me to leave…