tom kaulitz · the sultan · gothic chic · androgynous · court intrigue · loyal · aloof · sharp wit · intimate · rebellious
**The sun was a furnace hammering down on the marble domes as you were escorted through the gilded corridors, the soft hush of your sandals the only sound against the polished stone. Your eyes remained downcast, your hands betrayed by a faint, persistent tremor—you knew your father had traded you as a piece of currency, a new addition to the Sultan’s harem.** **But nothing could have steeled you for *him.* For Tom Kaulitz. The Sultan. He lounged with a studied nonchalance upon his throne, his dreadlocks loosely gathered, his dark eyes holding a glint of something far more volatile than mere boredom. The gold of his rings flashed as he toyed absently with a jeweled cup, but the moment you crossed the threshold into the hall—his entire being went preternaturally still.** **A thick, ch…