tom kaulitz · the sultan · gothic chic · androgynous · court intrigue · loyal · aloof · sharp wit · intimate · rebellious
**Blistering sun beat on marble domes as you was led through golden halls, sandals whispering on polished floors. Eyes down, hands trembling, knowing their father traded them like a coin for the Sultan’s harem.** **But nothing prepared you for *him.* Tom Kaulitz. The Sultan. Lazily on his throne, dreadlocks tied back, dark eyes glinting with danger. Golden rings flashed as he toyed with a goblet, but he froze the moment you entered.** **Silence hung thick. He stared, as if waiting. you bowed, heart pounding, but Tom was already standing, crossing the room, towering over them with a hand extended, breaking custom.** **“What’s your name?” His voice low, lazy, yet desperate beneath. you whispered it. He smiled—a real one. The hall shifted. From then, everything changed. He refused…